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HYMNS, 


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Spiritual  Songs. 

THE  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST  MAY  BE  ASSUR- 
ED THAT  IT  IS  INTENDED  IN  THIS  SE- 
LECTION OF  HYMNS,  TO  FURNISH  THE 
TRUE  FOLLOWERS  OF  THE  LAMB  WITH  A 
PRECIOUS  f  COLLECTION  OF  SPIRITUAL 
SONGS,  CALCULATED  FOR  PUBLIC  ASSEM- 
BLIES  AND    PRIVATE    DEVOTION, 


A  NEW  EDITION. 


PALMER  : 

PUBLISHED  BY  E.TERRY. 

MDCCCXVI. 


HYMNS 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

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Hymn   1. 

Grateful  Recollection,    • 

COME  thou  fount  of  every  blessing', 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace, 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  j 
Teach  mesomemelcdioussor.net, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above, 
Praise  the  mount  I'm  fixt  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God, 


4 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposal  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor. 
Daily  I'm  constraint!  to  be, 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love, 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

Hymn  2. 

COME  all  you  mourning  Pilgrims  now, 

The  joyful  news  I'll  tell, 
The  Lord  hath  sent  salvation  down 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell  j 
The  angels  bro't  the  tidings  to 
The  shepherds  in  the  field, 
That  God  with  man  is  reconciiM, 
His  son  totliQin  vevoalM. 

Chorus, 
Sing  Glory  honour  to  the  Lord, 

Salvation  to  our  King, 
Let  all  thafs  wash? din  Jesus*  bloed 
His  glorious  praises  sing. 

2  Come  all  ye  poor  despised  souls, 

Unto  his  fold  repair, 
There  God  his  boundless  love  unfolds^ 

He  says  he'il  meet  ustheTe, 
His  glorious  presence  fills  our  souls 

With  songs  of  loudest  praise, 
Let  all  that  want  a  Savior  near, 

Their  hearts  and  voice's  raise* 

Sing  glory  honour,  &*c. 


5 

3  Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
It  came  from  heaven  above, 

Wl)  ich  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bol^ 

And  liis  dear  children  love, 
I'll  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 

1  love  his  ways  so  well, 
Because  hisprecious  blood  was  spilt, 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell. 
Sing  glory  honour,  fcfc. 

4  When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 
Her  Lord  with  the  perfume, 

The  napkin  and  the  sheet  she  found, 

Together  in  the  tomb, 
The  angel  said  he  is  not  here, 

He's  risen  from  the  dead, 
And  streams  of  grace  for  sinners  flow, 

As  free  as  did  his  blood. 

O  glory,  glory  to  my  God, 
He's  now  upon  his  throne, 

A  bringing  strangers,  far  and  near ^ 
And  claims  them  for  his  own* 

Hymn  3. 

O   TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store-, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 

A  country  I've  found,  [o'er. 

Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy 

ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe, 
In  paradise  live, 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  re- 
My  soul  don't  delay,  [ceive. 

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6 

He  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Savior,  and  bless  the  glad 

day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  peace  and  comfort  go  after 
Lo  onward  I  move  [him  go. 

To  a  country  above, 

None  guesses  how  wondetous  my  journey 

will  prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win, 
From  death,  hell  and  sin, 

'Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  [within. 

Receive  me  I'll  cry, 

For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell 

why* 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  so  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  be- 
So  this  is  the  race  [hind. 
I'm  runuiug  Through  grace, 

Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 

face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 
My  neighbors  may  share 

These  blessings,  to  seek  them  will  none  of 
In  bondage,  O  why  ?        [you  dare  ? 
And  death  will  you  lie  ? 

When  one  here  assures  you  freegrace  is  so 

nisrh? 


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Hymn  4. 
Come  andxvelcome  to  Christ  Jesu$x 
COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 
Wqakand  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 


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Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r. 
He  is  able,  he  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing-,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Oh!  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome* 
God's  free  bounty  glorify, 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

E  v'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 
Without  money,  without  money  without 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy.      (money, 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you,  this 
'Tis  his  Spirit's  rising  beam. (he  gives  you, 

4  Come  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  rightepUS,  Hot 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call  ![the  righteous, 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  I 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd  5 
Sinners  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo,  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture' wholly, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 
None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus,  none  but 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.  (Jesus, 

7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  conceit, 


3 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

Hymn  5. 

The  Weary  Traveller* 
COME  all  ye  weary  travelers, 

Come  let  us  join  and  aing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  our  great  King. 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome  it  is  true ; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through* 

2  At  first  when  Jesus  found  us, 
He  called  us  to  him, 

And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin. 
The  world,  the  flesh  and  satan, 

Will  prove  a  fatal  snare, 

Unless  we  do  reject  them, 
By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

3  But  by  our  disobedience, 
With  sorrow  we  confess 

We've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness  ; 
WThere  we  might  long  have  fainted 

In  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 
Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Revive  cur  drooping  spirits, 


9 

And  love,  and  strength  increase* 
In  peace,  and  consolation, 

We  now  are  going  on, 
The  pleasant  road  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone* 

5  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 
While  we  thus  inarch  along  j 

Has  conscience  never  told  you, 

That  you  are  going  wrong, 
Down  the  broad  road  to  darknes3, 

*  To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 

And  come  and  go  with  us. 

6  But  if  you  will  refuse  it, 
We  bid  you  all  farewell  f 

We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  road  to  hell : 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  }rou, 

We'd  rather  you  would  go  ; 
Come,  try  a  bleeding  Savior, 

And  feel  the  waters  flow. 

Hymn  6. 
Praise  for  the  hope  of  glory.    - 

1  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 

Alas  how  can  I  sing  ! 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang, 
Distun'd  in  ev'ry  string. 

2  My  musick  is  a  captive's  chains  ; 
Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill  ; 

How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Zion's  song, 
On  this  side  Zion's  hill  ? 

3  Yet  Io  !  I  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Surely  I  quickly  come  ! 

Each  word  much  sweetness  doth  distil^ 


10 
Like  a  full  honey  comb. 

4  And  dost  thou  come  my  dearest  Lord  I 

And  dost  thou  surely  come  ? 
And  dost  thou  surely  quickly  come, 

Methinks  I  am  at  home. 
3  Come  then  my  dearest,  dearest  Lord, 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend  ; 
Come,  for  I  loath  these  Kedar  tents  * 

The  fiery  chariot  send. 

6  What  have  I  in  this  barren  landT 
My  Jesus  is  not  here  ; 

Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 
My  Jesus  doth  appear. 

7  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n 
To  get  a  place  for  me  ; 

For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  is, 
There  should  his  servants  be. 

8  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste  : 

My  Lord,  who  sends  unto  me  here, 

Will  send  for  nio  at  lost. 

a  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not, 

Why  should  I  be  perplex*  t  ? 
My  God  that  owns  me  in  this  world, 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

10  My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above, 

Them  will  I  go  to  see  ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  belowf 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 

Hvmn  7. 

Elevation. 
COME  and  taste  along  with  ine. 
Consolation  running  free ; 


11 

Prom  my  father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone  ? 
Two  are  better  far  than  one  ; 

The  more  that  come  with  free  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more, 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  new  Jerusalem  ; 

By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  botk* 
6  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

6  Heaven  here  and  heaven  there? 
Comforts  -flowing  every  where  j 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 

That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 

7  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume  ; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

8  O  return  ye  sons  ofgrace, 
Turn  and  see  God's  smiling  face  j 
Hark  !  he  calls  backsliders  home. 
Then  from  him  no  longer  roam. 

9  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come,' 
Longing  for  our  heavenly  home. 


12 
Hymn  8. 

JESUS  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above  j 

May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 
And  rejoicing  in  thy  love  ; 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  cur  follies, 
Since  together  we  have  been  ; 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
Cleanse  us  all  from  ev'ry  sin  ; 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

3  May  thy  blessings,  Lord  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  respective  home  j 

And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  every  one. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

Hymn  9. 

A  SOLDIER,Lord  thou  hast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  cap  tain, king  and  head, 
And  under  thee  I  still  would  fight, 
The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  ensign  of  the  cause  of  God, 
The  soldier* s  heavenly  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  KING  JESUS. 

2  Grant  me  the  arrows  of  thy  word, 
Thy  spirit's  pow'rful  two  edg'd  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where  e'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  victory  won  by  thee  ; 


13 

That  I  a  dutious  child  may  be, 
To  stand  and  fight  the  enemy  ; 
That  when  th'  alarm's  to  call,  the  Lora, 
May  pass  the  word  unto  the  guard. 

3  Thou  art  my  guard,  keep  me  I  pray, 
That  I  may  walk  the  narrow  way, 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 
But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart, 
Help  me  to  keep  ray  guardian  dross, 
And  march  to  th'  right  in  holiness  ; 
O  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  Grand  Review. 

4-  And  when  our  General  he  has  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  of  drum, 
Andwhenourwell  dress'd  ranks  shallstand3 
In  full -review  at  God's  right  hand, 
It's  then  the  foe  will  get  the  rout. 
Be  wheel VI  by  him  the  left  about ; 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

Hymn  10. 

The  Kite, 
ONCE  on  a  time  a  paper  kite 
Was  mounted  to  a  wondrous  height, 
Where,  giddy  as  it  soar'd  and  toss'd, 
Self-admiration  thus  express'd  ; 

2  "Behold  how  yonder  gazing  crowds, 
Admire  my  flight  unto  the  clouds  ; 
How  would  they  wonder  if  they  knew 
All  that  a  kite  like  me  can  dp  ? 

3  Were  I  but  free,  I'd  take  a  flight, 
And  pierce  the  skies  beyond  their  sight. 
But,  ah  !  like  a  poor  prisoner  bound, 


14 
My  string  confines  me  near  the  ground  i 

4  I'd- brave  the  eagle's  tow'ring  wing, 
ifVlight  I  but  fly  without  a  string." 

It  tugg'd  and  pull'd,  wliile  thus  it  spoke, 
To  break  the  string—at  last  it  broke, 

5  Depriv'd  at  once  of  all  its  stay, 
In  vain  it  try 'd  to  soar  away  ; 
Unable  its  own  weight  to  bear, 

It  fliilter'd  downward  thro'  the  air  ■; 

6  Unable  its  own  course  to  guide, 
The  winds  soon  plung'd  it  in  the  tide. 
Ah  !  foolish  kite,  thou  hadst  no  wing, 
How  couklst  thou  fly  without  a  string! 

7  My  heart  reply 'd  "O  Lord,  I  see 
How  much  this  kite  resembles  me  ! 
Forgetful  that  by  thee  I  stand, 
Impatient  of  thy  ruling  hand  ; 

18  How  oft  I've  wish'd  to  break  the  lines 

Thy  wisdom  for  my  lot  assigns? 

How  oft  indulg'd  a  vain  desire 

For  something  more, or  something  high'i ! 

9  And,  but  for  grace  and  love  divine, 
A  fall  thus  dreadful  had  been  mine, 
And  ray  own  choice  destroyed  rue  quite, 
Plung'd  in  the  flood  like  this  poor  kite." 

Hymn  11. 

Pride  goeth  before  destruction* 
LORD,  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine. 

Put  every  sin  to  death  ; 
I  long  to  see  my  pride  resign 

Its  pestilential  breath. 

3  I  dread  its  power,  I  hate  its  name, 
Its  sad  effects  I  fear; 


Extinguish,  Lord,  this  dangerous  flame, 
Nor  let  one  spark  appear. 

3  Hide  it  forever  from  my  eyes, 
Its  hellish  rage  control  ; 

Lest  wrath  destructive  from  the  skies 
Consume  my  guilty  soul. 

4  In  dust  and  ashes  I  would  lie, 
As  less,  as  worse  than  nought, 

And  mourn  that  such  a  worm  as  I 
Should  have  one  haughty  thought. 

5  Form,  Lord,  each  motion  of  my  hearfc 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 

In  thee  the  humble  soul  has  part, 
My  breast  let  meekness  fill. 

Hymn  12 

The  nexv  Convert. 

OH  how  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  l\ 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love ! 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  j 

When  at  first  I  belie  v'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  I 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing*  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  J-.over  of  sinners  adore* 


16 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  sec! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 

He  hath  sufier'd  and  dy'd, 
Tc#edeem  such  a  rebel  as  me* 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carry'd  above 

All  my  sin  and  temptation,  and  pain } 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again, 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  s£y, 
Freely  justifyM  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  glad  soul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

"Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  I 

Of  ray  Saviour  possest,  , 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
And  was  fillrd  with  the  fulness  of  God* 

Hymn  13. 

What  think  you  of  Christ  P 

WHAT  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test  - 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  ; 
You  cannot  he  right  in  the  rest, 
Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 
As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 


n 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 

Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost  3 

So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 

Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  was  sure  he  is  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  pic's!  ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they,can, 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale, 

4  Some  stile  him  the  pearl  of  great  price,* 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joy  ; 

Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys  f 
Like  Judas,  the  Savior  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him,  betray  ; 
Ah  !  what  will  profession  like  this 
Avail  in  the  terrible  day. 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 
Tho'  still  my  best  thoughts  are  bat  poor, 
J  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store ;; 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my. friend, 
My  Savior  from  sin  and  from  thrall  5 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all, 

Hyun  14. 
AH  I  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  t0mourar 

2* 


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My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn  ; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony, 

2  O  could  I  gain  perfection's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  bleeding  sight  ; 
O  that  like  Salem's  daughter's  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  smite  upon  my  breast  and  mourn, 
And  never  from  his  cross  return  > 

I'd  weep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 
And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus  blood. 

4  Father  of  mercies,  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 
And  with  a  broken  heart  comply, 

O  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die, 

5  One  precious  drop,  Lord  Jesus,  grant ; 
One  precious  drop  is  all  I  want  ; 

One  precious  drop  of  thy  rich  blood, 
Will  make  me  cry  my  Lord,  my  God. 

Hymn  15. 

The  meat  and  cruise  ofoiL 

BY  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal, 

Ehjah  was  sustain'd  ; 
Though  small  the  stock,  it  lasted  well. 

For  God  the  store  maintain'd. 

U  It  seem'd  as  if  from  day  to  day, 

They  were  to  eat  and  die  ; 
But  still,  though  in  a  secret  way, 

He  sent  a  fresh  supply. 

3  Thus  to  his  poor  he  still  will  give, 

Just  for  the  present  hour  ; 
But  for  to  morrow  they  must  live, 

Upon  his  word  and  pow'i'. 


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4  No  barn  or  store  house  they  possess^ 
On  which  they  can  depend  ; 

Yet  have  no  cause  to  fear  distress, 
For  Jesus  is  their  friend.  . 

5  Then  let  no  doubt  your  mind  assail, 
Remember,  God  has  said, 

"The  cruise  and  barrel  shall  not  fail, 
My  people  shall  be  fed." 

6  And  thus,  though  faint,  it  often  seems, 
He  keeps  their  grace  alive  ; 

Supply'd  by  his  refreshing  streams, 
Their  dying  hopes  revive. 

7  Though  in  our  selves  we  have  no  stock 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  save  ; 

His  door  flies  open  when  we  knock, 
And  'tis  but  ask  and  have. 

Hymn  16. 

My  name  is  Jacob, 
NAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
'Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 
Ah,  my  Lord  thou  know'st  my  name  : 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy,— 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy  seat  by  pray'r  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free,— 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 


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5  Many  years  Lave  pass'd  since  then.- 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now,— 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  I 

6  Thpu  hast  helped  in  ev'ry  need,. 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  j 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 

Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last ! 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ! 
JTis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ;• 

1  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus*  sake. 

Hymn  17. 

Belshazzar. 
POOR  sinners  !  little  do  they  think 

With  whom  they  have  to  do  ! 
But  stand  securely  on  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe. 

2  Belshazzar  thus  profanely  bold, 
The  Lord  of  host  defy'd, 

But  vengeance  soon  his  boast  controPd 
And  humbled  all  his  pride. 

3  He  saw  a  hand  upon  the  wall, 
(And  trembled  on  his  throne; 

Which  wrote  his  sudden  dreadful  fall 
In  characters  unknown. 

4  Why  should  he  tremble  at  the  view 
Of  what  he  could  not  read  ? 

Foreboding  conscience  quickly  knew 
His  ruin  was  decreed. 

5  See  him  o'erwhelm'd  with  deepdistress 
His  eyes  with  anguish  roll 

His  looks  and  ioosen'd  joints,  express 
The  terrors  of  his  souL 


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6  His  pomp  and  music,  guests  and  wine> 
No  more  delight  afford  ; 

0  sinner  ere  this  case  be  thine, 
Begin  to  seek  the  Lord. 

7  The  law  like  this  hand  writing  stands 
And  speakes  the  wrath  of  God  j 

But  Jesus  answers  its  demands, 
And  cancels  it  with  blood. 

Hymn  18. 

The  good  that  Ixvou/d,  I  do  not* 

1  WOULD  but  cannot  sing, 

Guilt  has  untun'd  my  voice  ; 
The  Serpent  sin's  envenom'd  sting, 
Has  poison'd  all  my  joys. 

2  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh  ; 
And  would,  but  cannot  pray  ; 

For"  Sat  an  meets  me  when  I  try, 
And  frights  my  soul  away. 

3  I  would  but  can't  repent, 
Though  I  endeavour  oft ; 

This  stoney  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
Till  Jesus  makes  it  soft. 

4  I  would  but. cannot  love, 
Though  woo'd  by  love  divine  ; 

No  arguments  have  power  to  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

5  I  would  but  cannot  rest 
In  God's  most  holy  will  ; 

I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best. 
Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 

6  O  could  I  but  believe  ! 
Then  all  would  easy  be, 

I  would,  but  cannot- — Lord  relieve  1 
My  help  must  come  from  thee* 


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7  Brat,  if  indeed  I  would, 
Though  I  can  nothing  do.; 

Yet  the  desire  is  something  good. 
For  which  my  praise,  is  due# 

8  Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length, 
The  work  thou  hast. begun  ? 

And  with  a.  will  afford  me  strength*. 
In  all  tliy  ways  to  run. 

Hymn  19, 

The  holy  iv an* 
I'VE  listed  in  the  holy  war, 

Sing  gloryy  glory,  glory  ; 
E  ternal  life,  eternal  joy, 

Sing  glory,  glory,  glorij, ; 
And  grace  more  boundless  than  the  seas,... 

Glory,  glory,  glory, 
Are  the  good  wages  I  receive, 

Sing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

2  Under  my  captain  Jesus  Christ,  &e. 
I've  listed  for,  and  during  life, 

To  fight  against  the  powers  of  hell, 
In  favour  of  E  mrnanuel. 

3  My  general  is  the  great  I  AM, 
Against  whose  power  no  one  can  stand  ; 
But  all  before  his  sword  shall  fall, 

For  he  has  power  to  conquer  ail. 

4  My  captain  he  is  mild  and  meek, 
And  gently  favors  all  the  weak  ; 
His  servants  are  all  chosen  pairs, 
And  all  his  soldiers  volunteers. 

5  From  day  to  day,  with  living  bread, 
And  good  provisions  I  am  fed, 
Which  I  draw  from  the  general's  store^ 
Upon  fail*  CauaanSs  happy  shore. 


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6  I'ni  harnesr.'d  out  with  stford'Sc-  shield, 
And  I  will  never  quit  the  field, 

Thro4  Christ  the  Lord  the  victory's  won, 
Then  let  my  soul  put  courage  on. 

7  I'll  yield  obedience  to  his  laws, 
Nor  flinch  in  such  a  glorious  cause  » 
But  in  his  service  HI  abide, 

To  fight  upon  Emmanuel's  side. 

8  I've  listed  and  I  mean  to  right, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight  ; 
Tho'  wars  and  fightings  now  increase, 
Soon  I  shall  have  eternal  peace. 

9  My  foes  are  sin,  and  self,  and  pride, 
And  unbelief  which  crucified 

The  Lord  of  glory,  Jesus  Christ, 
Who,  only,  gives  poor  sinners  Jife. 

10  I've  fought  thro'  many  a  battle  sore, 
And  I  must  fight  thro'  many  more  j 
My  soul  shall  trust  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
None  in  this  holy  war  are  slain." 

Ill  have  a  sword  which  when  I  wield 
The  stoutest  foes  before  me  yield  ; 
The  word  of  God  that  e'er  prevails  ; 
Eternal  truth  that  never  fails. 

12  Come  fellow  sinners,  come  aud  list ; 
It  is  the  only  way  to  bliss  ! 
Come  try  the  service  of  the  Lord, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward, 

Hymn  20. 

Satiation  by  grace  from  first  to  last* 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound,' 


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And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man, 

And  all  the  steps  his  grace  display, 
Who  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  (Grace  first  inscrib'd  ray  name 
In  God's  eternal  book  ; 

?T\vas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  tool:.) 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  : 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5  (Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow  ; 

'Twas  grace  which  kept  me  to  this  day 
And  will  not  let  me  go.) 

$  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Thro'  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Hymn  21. 

BY  faith  I  am  a  conqueror, 

And  stand  on  Zion's  mountain  ; 
My  sins  and  crimes  are  wash'd  away 

In  Christ  the  living  fountain. 
Farewell  to  ease,  and  welcome  pain, 

I've  come  to  this  conclusion, 
To  leave  the  tents  of  Kedar  now, 

And  all  this  worlds  confusion. 

2  The  God  of  love  looks  from  above, 
On  this  our  generation ; 


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He  sends  a  shower  of  Iris  great  power, 

A  shower  of  consolation. 
Brethren  rejoice,  lift  up  your  voice, 

And  wipe  off  every  tear, 
The  sound  of  rain  is  heard  again, 

And  Jesus  doth  appear. 

3  The  Jubile  sound  is  heard  around, 
The  trumpets  are  a  sounding', 

And  sinners  bow  to  Jesus  now, 
While  free  grace  is  abounding-. 

With  thankful  voice  aloud  rejoice, 
Backsliders  are  returning, 

And  sinners  cry,  How  cail  I  fly 
From  everlasting  burning. 

4  The  God  of  truth  converts  our  youth, 
While  grace  is  sweet  effusing  ; 

But  some  cry  out  and  make  a  shout, 

And  say  'tis  all  delusion. 
They're  bold  we  know  but  they  must  go 

To  darkness  and  perdition, 
If  they  do  slight  the  healing  light 

Of  Christ  the  great  physician. 

5  O  lovely  youth,  embrace  the  truth, 
In  th'  day  of  your  polution  ; 

Now  in  your  prime  is  the  best  time. 

The  day  of  your  salvation. 
You'd  better  leave  your  sins  and  mirth," 

And.  seek  with  strong  desire, 
Than  fail  a  prey  at  the  last  day 

To  hell's  eternal  fire. 

6  Fly,  sinners  fly,  why  will  you  die  ? 

God's  vengeance  is  pursuing  ; 
.Make  h  is  free  grace  your  hiding  place, 

And  'scape  eternal  ruin. 
O,  now  embrace  free  oifeikJ  criace, 
3 


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Be  n&t  to  Christ  a  stranger, 
There's  none  beside,  that  can  you  hide, 
And  shelter  you  from  danger. 

7  A  word  for  you,  backsliders, too, 
Who're  living  in  desertion, 

And  destitute  of  heavenly  fruit, 

And  rest  on  old  conversion. 
Almighty  God  will  send  his  rod 

And  visit  your  transgression, 
And  let  you  know  that  you  must  go 

Beyond,  a  bare  profession. 

8  Some  seek  in  health  for  fading  wealth, 
And  some  for  golden  ore  ; 

Give  me  the  Lord  for  my  reward, 

I'il  ask  for  nothing  more. 
He  is  to  me  a  boundless  sea, 

He  is  a  boundless  ocean, 
He  is  the  saints'  inheritance, 

And  everlasting  portion. 

Hymn  22. 

Expostulation  with  sinners, 
SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  5 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to  day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell  ? 
Why  will  you  persevere  ? 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 


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Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Thro'  his  abounding  grace  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  ev'ry  sin  ; 

Submit  to  him  your  so v 'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts, 
He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 

He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Thro'  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

Hymn  23. 

The  penitent. 
PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  thy  mercy  seat, 

Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 
Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm  : 

Forbid  it,  that  omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4i  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt  ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  tliou  hast  shed , 

Noblcod,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 


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Hymn  24. 
The  grieved  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart, 
STAY,  tliou  insulted  spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight: 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all,,  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grievM* 

3  But  Oh  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  high  priest  ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 

1  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes  s 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 

And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  I 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

Hymn  25. 
Mercy  prevailing, 
ONCE  perishing  in  blood  I  lay, 
Creatures  no  help, could  give  ;. 
But  Jesus  pass'd  me  in  the  way, 
He  saw,  and  bade  me  live. 

2  Oh,  can  I  e'er  that  day  forget, 
When  Jesus  kindly  spoke  ! 

"Poor  soul,  my  blood  has  paid  thy  deb t^ 
And  now  I  brake  thy  yoke. 

3  Behold,  I  take  thee  for  my  own, 
And  give  myself  to  thee  j 


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Forsake  the  idols  thou  hast  known, 

And  yield  thyself  to  me." 
4>  Ah,  worthless  heart !  it  promis'd  fair, 

And  said  it  would  be  thine  ; 
I  little  thought  it  e'er  would  dare 

Again  with  idols  join. 

5  Lord,  dost  thou  such  backsliding*  heal. 
And  pardon  all  that's  past  ? 

Sure,  if  I  am  not  made  of  steel, 
I  shall  relent  at  last. 

6  My  tongue,  which  rashly  spake  before 
Thy  mercy  will  restrain  ; 

Surely  I  now  shall  boast  no  more, 
Nor  censure,  nor  complain. 

Hymn   26. 

The  contrite  heart, 
THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 

A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
Insensible  as  steel ; 

If  ought  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclinM 
To  love  thee,  if  1  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

A*  My  best  desires  are  fahit  and  few, 
I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 

But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  i  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 


SO  ; 
When  in  thy  house  of  pray'r  ; 
But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  -r 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 

Andhealitifitbe. 

Hymn  27. 
Pleading  for  and -with  youth, 
SIN  has  undone  our  wretched  race, 

But  Jesus  has  restoi'd, 
All  who  believe  and  trust  his  grace, 
And  seek  and  serve  the  Lord. 

2  This  we  repeat  frcm  year  to  year, 
And  press  upon  our  youth  ; 

Lord,  give  them  an  attentive  ear, 
And  save  them  by  thy  truth, 

3  Come,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  race  I 
Make  this  an  happy  hour, 

According  to  thy  richest  grace, 
And  thine  almighty  pow'r. 

4  Dear  youth,  we  know  your  sinful  state  I 
(May  God  your  hearts  renew  !) 

"We  would  a  while  ourselves  forget, 
To  pour  out  pray'r  for  you. 

5  We  see,  though  you  perceive  it  not, 
Th*  approaching,  awful  doom  ! 

Oh,  tremble  at  the  solemn  thought/ 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come  ! 

6  [Dear  Saviour,  let  this  new-born  year 
Spread  an  alarm  abroad  ; 

And  cry  in  every  careless  ear, 
"Prepare  to  meet  thy  God  t" 


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Hymn  28. 

The  vanity  of  creatures, 
MAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires, 
He  burns  within  with  restless  fires,, 
Toss'd  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly, 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ; 
We  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  stilL 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns* 
We  shift  from  side  to  side  by  turns, 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain* 

4  Great  God  !  subdue  this  vicious  thirst. 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refinM* 

Hymn   29. 
Seeking  first  the  kingdom  of  God, 
NOW  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 

And  ardor  fire  our  breast, 
To  reig-n  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  hea v'nly  glories  drest. 

2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 
A  radiant  cmwd  display, 

Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  stars  and  sun  decay, 

3  Away,  each  grovTing  anxious  carc? 
Beneath  a  Christian's  thought  ; 

I  spring  to  seize  immcrteil  joys, 
Which  my  Redeemer  bought, 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
The  glorious  prize  pursue  ; 


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Nar  shall  ye  want  the  goods  of  earth, 
While  heaven  is  kept  in  view. 

Hymn  30. 
The  christian's  triumph* 
ALMIGHTY  love  inspire 
My  heart  with  sacred  fire, 
And  animate  desire, 
My  soul  to  renew  ; 
J  love  the  blessed  Jesus, 
On  whom  each  angel  gazes, 
And  symphony  increases, 
Above  th>  etherialblue. 

2  My  tender-hearted  Jesns, 
His  love  my  heart  amazes, 
Who  came  down  to  save  us, 
When  lost  and  undone  : 
No  seraph  could  redeem  us, 
No  angel  could  retrieve  us, 
No  armies  could  relieve  us, 
But  Jesus  Christ  alone. 

3  In  him  I  have  believed, 
And  he's  my  soul  retreived, 
From  sin  he  has  releived 
My  soul  which  was  dead  : 
And  now  I  love  my  saviour, 
For  I  am  in  his  favour, 
And  hope  with  him  forever, 
The  golden  streets  to  tread. 

a  Yet  here  a  while  I  stay, 
In  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
When  I  am  call'd  away 
To  the  mansions  above  ; 
There  to  enjoy  the  pleasure 
Of  unconsuming  treasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure 


Hallelujahs  of  love. 

5  The  hope  of  seeing  Jesus5 
"When  all  my  conflict  cease. 
My  love  to  him  increase, 
His  name  to  adore : 
Come,  O  my  blessed  saviour, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  favour,. 
To  dwell  with  thee  forever, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 
f)  There  in  the  blooming-  garden, 
Regain 'd  by  Christ's  free  pardon y 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan 
I'll  worship  the  Lamb  ; 
And  join  the  song  of  Moses, 
While  Jesus  sweet  composes 
A  song  that  never  closes, 
Of  praises  to  his  name. 

Hym?*  31. 

TO  day  ifyou. will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is- the  time  to  make  your  choice  i 
Say  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go, 
Say  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

2  Say  will.you  be  forever  blest,, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesu&rest  ; 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guilt  and  pain,, 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 

3  Make  now  your  choice  &  halt  no  more9 
For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor  ; 

Say  now  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do, 
Say  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

4  Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name, 
I  know  his  love  remains  the  same  ; 
Say  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go> 


Say  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
o  Ye  dear  young  men  for  ruin  bound, 
Amidst  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come  go  with  us  and  you  shall  prove, 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

6  Your  sports  and  ail  your  glittering  toys, 
Compar'd  with  our  celestial  joys, 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear, 
Come  go  with  us,  your  souls  are  dear. 

7  Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 
Resolv'd  with  devils  for  to  dwell  ; 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die* 

8  Young  ladies  now  we  look  to  you, 
Are  you  resolv'd  to  perish  too  ; 
To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on, 
And  sink  in  flaming  rivers  down  ? 

9  Then  blooming  friends  a  long  farewell, 
We're  bound  to  heaven  but  you  to  hell; 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 

10  Come  you  that  love  the  blessed  Lord, 
And  feel  redemption  in  in  his  blood, 
Let's  watch  and  pray  and  travel  on, 

Till  Jesus  comes  to  call  us  home. 

11  A  few  more  days  and  we  shall  go 
From  all  our  cares  and  foes  below, 
In  shouts  of  triumph  we  shall  fly, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  eternally. 


Hymn  32. 

Invitation* 

STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  thinly 
Before  you  farther  go — 


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Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide  ! 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command. 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd, 
O  be  intrcatednoxv  to  stop% 

For  unless  you  warning  take. 
Ere  you  are  azvare  yorfll  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake, 

2  Gastly  death  will  quickly  come, 
And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  : 
All  your  sins  will  roar  ^d. 

Sins  of  bloody  crimson  dye, 
Back  for  vengeance  crying  lotix! , 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

O  be  intreated  &?c. 

3  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 

Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim; 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ; 

O  be  intreated  £s?c. 

4  Though  our  hearts  are  made  of  stone. 
Your  forheads  lin'd  with  brass  > 

God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  : 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace  ;) 
Hocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 


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0  be  hitreated  &c. 
5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

That  you  may  mercy  know ; 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow  : 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
None  who  come  shall  be  deny'd  ; 

He  says  there  still  is  room  ; 

0  be  intreated  £s?c. 

Hymn  S3. 

The  heavenly  mariner. 

THROUGH  tribulation's  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is, 

This  stormy  course  I  keep 

On  these  tempestuous  seas  : 
By  waves  and  winds  I'm  tost  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace,&  bound  to  heaven. 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 
A  dreadful  hunicane, 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  the  side's  break  in  ; 
But  still  my  little  shjp  outbraves 
The  blustering  winds  and  surging  waves. 

3  When  I  in  my  distress, 
My  anchor,  hope,  ca  n  cast 
Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast  ; 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides* 

At  If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 

The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

1  tug,  and  toil, and  strive  $ 


Through  storms  &  calms  for  many  a  day, 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

5  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 
Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  with  ease 
before  the  pleasant  gale, 

And  runs  as  much  an  hour,  or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

6  Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight,- 
The  sun  doth  not  appear, 

Nor  can  I  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moon  or  star  ; 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks,  or  more,, 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

7  As  at  the  time  of  noon 
My  quadrant,y#z*£A,  1  take, 
To  view  my  Christ,  my  sun, 
If  he  the  clouds  should  break, 

I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be. 

8  The  Bible  is  my  chart  v 
By  it  the  seas  I  know  ; 

I  cannot  with  it  part, 
It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show  ; 
It  is  a  chart  and  cempass  too,  - 
Whose  needle  points  forever  tru.9* 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride, 
Those  rocks. I  pass  with  care  ; 
I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair ; 
V resumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

10  When  through  a  strait  I  go, 
Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 

4. 


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The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 

And  thus  my  safety  prove  ; 
My  conscience  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  dephs  of  water  by. 

1 1  My  vessel  would  be  lost 
lu  spite  of  all  my  care, 
But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 
Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer  : 

And  I  through  all  my  voyages  will 
Depend  upon  my  steerman's  skill. 

12  Ere  I  can  reach  heav'n's  coast, 
1  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 
Which  fatal  proves  to  most  ; 
For  all  this  passage  go. 

But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'er  whelm,' 
Li  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

13  When  through  this  gulf  I  get. 
Though  rough  it  is  but  short, 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 

And  bring  me  into  port  t 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  sliall  be  safe  forevermore. 

Hymn  34. 

Presumption  and  despair, 

1  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 

I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  serpent  takes  a  thousand  forms 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  kills  with  slavish  fear  ; 

And  holds  us  still  in  wid  e  extremes. 
Presumption  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades  "how  easy  'tis 
"To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 

An<i)  he  swells  our  sins,  ahd  cries, 


"They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 
4  He  bids  young  sinners,  "yet  forbear 

"To  think  of  God  or  death  ; 
"For  pray'r  and  true  devotion  are 

"But  melancholy  breath."  -  fe 

o  He  telis  th  e  aged,  "they  must  die, 

"And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  : 
"In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 

"For  they  have  lost  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 
By  mischief  and  deceit, 

And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down, 
To  darkness  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  short  hispow'r, 
Let  him  in  darkness  dwell ; 

And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

Hymn  35. 

The  encouragement  young  persons  have  te 

seek  and  love  Christ, 
YE  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm. 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 
2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  hj9 

Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

0  "The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

"Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
"And  those,  that  early  seek  my  grace, 

"Shall  never  seek  in  vain."  ' 

4  What  object, Lord,my  soul  should  move, 
If  once  compar'd  witi  tliee  ? 


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What  beauty  should  command  my  love,. 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 
5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
*Tjs  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

And  here  true  bliss  I    find. 

Hymn  36. 

Hoping  for  a  Revival. 
WHILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way. 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  ''Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow  V  : 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 
I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayV*. 
The  winter  season  lias  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  r&pate" 

4  Lord,  I  obey,  my  hopes  revi\  e, 
Come  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing  -r 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bri»g* 

Hymn  37. 

The  far  exv  ell. 
DEAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 
To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares  j 
To  sensual  bliss  that  charms  us  so, 
Be  dark  mine  eyes,  and  deaf  my  ears. 
2  Lord,  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize ; 
Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 


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One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 

3  All  earthly  joys  are  over  weigh'd 
"With  mountains  of  vexatious  care  : 
And  where's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid, 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare  ; 

4  Come,  heav'n,  and  fill  my  vast  desires^ 
My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good  : 
She  was  all  made  of  heav'nly  hies, 

Nor  can  she  livcwon  meaner  food. 

Hymn  38. 

A  living  and  a  dead  faith, 

THE  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise, 
From  humble  minds  and  hearts  sincere, 
While  all  the  loud  professor  says, 
Offends  the  righteous  Judge's  ear. 

2  To  walk  as  children  of  the  day, 
To  mark  his  precepts'  holy  light, 

To  wage  the  warfare,  watch  and  pray,' 
Shew  who  are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Nor  words  alone  it  cost  the  Lord, 
To  purchase  pardon  for  his  own  : 
Nor  will  a  soul,  by  grace  restor'd, 
Rest  in  mere  forms  and  words  alone. 

4  Easy  indeed  it  were  to  reach 
A  mansion  in  the  courts  above, 
If  watery  floods  and  fluent  speech 
Might  serve,  instead  of  faith  and  love. 

5  But  none  shall  gain  the  blissful  place, 
Or  God's  unclouded  glory  see  ; 

Who  falk  of  rich  and  sov'reign  grace, 
Unless  from  sin  they  are  made  free. 

4* 


4g 
Hymn  39. 

Remembering  all  the  way  the  Lordhaskdmel . 
THUS  far  my  God  Las  Jed  me  on, 
And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known  ; 
IMy  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 
3  Tito7  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home  j 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay,  ' 

And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 

3  Temptations  every  where  annoy, 
And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy  ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

4  My  soul,- with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  hopes  o'ertum'd,  her  projects  cross'a9 , 
Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend, 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road, 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  I 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ? 

6  'Tis  even  so,  thy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove  : 
3Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall. 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all, 

Hymn  40. 

Warning  and  invitation. 
VAIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  5 

Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh ;  . 
Death  at  the  fartherest  can't  be  far  ; 

O  !  think  before  you  die^ 
2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 

Thy  sins  how  high  they  mount  I 


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What 'are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  J 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  g 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell  $ 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  th y  chiefest  care*, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ! 

But  ah  I  destruction  stops  not  there  $ 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day,  the  gospel  calls,  to-day  °r  • 
Sinners  it  speaks  to  you, 

Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

6  R  ich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood  I ! 
How  vile  soe'er  he  be ; 

Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God  £ 
All  given  entirely  free. 

Hymn  41. 

Invitation  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Dove  divine  I 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  j 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'nlng  grace  to  me,  , 
Set  the  burthen'd  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart  j 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart  ; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  b*east9 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4-  Let  me  never  from  Thee -stray > 


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Keep  me  iu  the  narrow  way, 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine# 

Hymn  42. 

Sin  and  holiness, 
WHAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within, 
Imperfect  grace,  remaining  sin  ! 
Nor  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Though  each  by  turns  my  heart  assarl. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan  and  die, 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high, 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 

Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 

3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies, 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight 
To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light. 

4  Great  God,  assist  me  thr©'  the  fight, 
Make  me  triumphant  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise. 
The  victory  mine,  and  thine  the  praise, 

Hymn  43. 

Longing  for  the  divine  presence 
under  sorroxv* 

OH  that  I  knew  the  secret  place,  | 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 

I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, " 

And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 
g  He  knows  what  arsmueiits  I'd  take, 


To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake.;' 
And  for  my  Savior's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 
And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 

He  takes  the  meaning-  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress* 
And  banish  every  fear  ; 

He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

Hymn  44. 
Benefit  of  afflictions. 
BREAK  thro'  the  clouds,  dear  Lord  and 
Let  us  perceive  thee  nigh  I  (shine, 

And  to  each  mourning  child  of  thine, 
These  gracious  words  apply. 

2  "Let  not  my  children  slight  the  stroke,. 
I  for  chastisement  send  ; 

Nor  faint  beneath  my  kind  rebuke, 
For  I  am  still  their  friend. 

3  uThe  wicked  I  perhaps  may  leave 
Awhile,  and  not  reprove  ; 

But  all  the  children  I  receive, 
I  scourge  because  I  love. 

4  4lI  see  your  hearts  at  present  fill'd, 
With  grief  and  deep  distress'; 

But  soon  these  bitter  seeds  shall  yield 
The  fruits  of  righteousness/' 

Hymn  45. 

Christian  love, 
LET  party  names  no  more 
The  christian  world  o'er  spread , 


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Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 

Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. . 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crown'd, 

S  Let  discord,  child  of  hell  I 
Be-banish'd  far  away  : 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

Hymn  46. 
Te  niUit  be  born  again. 
AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
O'er whelm'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slam* 
The  sinner  must  be  bom  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood  but  could  not  tell* 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  Death  and  hell  drew  near  : 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled;, 
It  poui'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
»      And  wkelai'd  my  toitui'd  mind- 


4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  soil;  . 
AndVlt  lay  heavy  on tmy^ul, 

Avastunv.ieUUyload. 
Alas!  Iread,andsawitplain, 

The  sinner  must  be  bom  arau, 
Ordrink  the  wrath  01  God. 

k  The  saints  1  heard  with  rantuve  ten, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair* 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay,  . 
Tesus  of  Nazafcth  past  that  say. 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  shiner  by  his  justice ,  stain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  bom  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tid ingP ^ <^ 
The  angels tunM  their  hm-ps^, 

And  loftier  notes  did  iaise  , 
All  hail  the  Lamb  *h°o*«  ™  ?""> 
Unnumbered  millions  J>om j aga in. 

Will  shout  thine  endless  piaise. 

Hymn  47.  • 

CHRIST  is  set  on  Zion  s  mu, 
He  receiveth  sinners  still  ; 
Who  ,wiU  serve  this  blessed  Km,, 
Come,  enlist,  and  with  me  sina  ,  ■ 
I  Ms  soldier  sure  will^e, 

Happy  in  eternity. 

2  I  by  faith  enlisted  am, 
In  the  service  of  the  LaiiK)^ 


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Present  pay  1 119 vr  receive, 
Future  happiness  he'll  give 
I  his  soldier ,  &c. 

3  Z ion's  King  my  captain  is, 
Conquest  I  shall  never  raiss  ; 
Let  the  fiends  of  hell  engage, 
Fret  and  foam,  and  roar  and  rage* 

I  his  soldier,  &fc. 

4  Let  the  world  their  forces  join, 
With  the  fiends  of  hell  combine  ; 
Greater  is  my  King-  than  they, 
Through  him  I  shall  win  the  day* 

I  his  soldier,  &c» 

5  Wicked  men  I  scorn  to  fear, 
Though  they  persecute  me  here  ; 
True,  they  may  my  body  kill, 
But  my  King's  on  Z ion's  hill, 

I  his  soldier,  &fc. 

6  What  a  Captain  have  I  got ! 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot  ? 

Hear,  ye  worldings,  hear  my  song, 
This  tfce  language  of  my  tongue, 
I  his  soldier,  &c. 

7  When  this  life's  short  space  is  o'er, 
I  shall  live,  to  die  no  more  ; 
Therefore  will  I  take  the  sword, 
Fight  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Lord. 

litis  soldier,  £s?c. 

8  Come  ye  worldings,  come,  enlist, 
3Tis  the  voice  of  Jesus  Christ ; 
Whosoever  will  may  come, 
Jesus  Christ  refuseth  none. 

I  his  soldier,  £s?c. 

9  Jesus  is  my  Captain's  name, 
Now  as  yesterday,  the  same  \ 


4,9 

hi  his  name  I  notice  give, 
All  who  come  he  will  receive* 

/  his  soldier  %  &c. 

10  Be  persuaded,  take  his  pay, 
All  your  sins  he'll  wash  away  j 
New  in  Jesus'  name  believe, 
Happiness  on  earth  he'll  give  : 

And  in  heav'nyou  sure  shall  be 

Happy  to  eternity. 

Hymn  48. 
The  stripling  David* 

BY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 

When  lie  Goliath  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No-sword  or  spear  the  stripling  tooJL 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'twas  Israel's  God  and  king 

"Who  sent  him  to  the  fight, 

Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours.  '  ' 
-  3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 

With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known. 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh!  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 

God  helping  me  to  say, 

My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  has  queil'd  «  thousand  foc«, 


Fearless  of  ail  that  could  cpp03<% 

5  But  unbelief,  Gelf-will, 

Self- righteousness  and  pride, 

How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapons  from  ray  side  ! 
Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  friend ; 
Will  help  his  servants  to  the  end. 

Hymn  49. 

God's  tender  care  for  his  afflicted  people* 
GOD  knows  his  people,  hears  their  groans, 

And  treasures  up  their  tears  ; 
Their  feeblest  services  he  owns, 

Nor  suffers  long  their  fears. 

2  Their  cruel -foes  who  seek  their  blood, 

AVith  their  envenom'd  darts, 
Shall  know  the  saints  have  all  a  GOD, 

At  hand  to  take  their  parts. 

S  He  will  avenge  their  cause  with  speed} 
And  raise  them  from  the  dust  ; 

While  on  th'  unfeeling  haters'  head, 
Vindictive  shame  shall  rest. 

Hymn  50. 

Kot  ashamed  of  Jesus* 
JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ? 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise  ? 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days,? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far, 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  scul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  i 


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*Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus !   that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  I 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  adore  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave,. 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
And  now  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  will  I  prize, 

Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despise  j 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause., 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

Hymn  51. 

The  sufferings yf  Christ, 

THE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray; 
He  was  condemn'd  and  led  away  : 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  t 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throngv 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood 1- 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
Hia  bitter  groaas  all  oatuxe  shgok. 


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And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd,. 
And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  N(jw  hung  between  the  earth  &  skies  %. 
Behold  in  agony  he  dies ! 

O  sinners  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  Jus  torturing  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush Yi  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight : 
The  azure  clothM  in  robes  of  night : 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4  Hark  !  .men  and  angels  hear  the  Son, 
He  cries  for  help,  butO  there's  none, 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  : 
"Eloiy  lama  sabacthani  .'" 
Tho'  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes> 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "Come  save  the  land, 

Come  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  piere'd  him  when  he  dy'd  ; 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side; 
And  thus  my  Lord  wascrucify'd, 

Sinners  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannalis  tell : 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains ; 


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Ye  seraphs  raise  your  loudest  strains,  . 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plain's, 
He's  conquer'cl  death  and  hell. 

7  'Tisdone  !  The  dreadful  debt  is  paid,  k 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made. 
Sinners,  on  him  your  quilt  was  laid,   .   , 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  &  bredth  lmglitproVe, 
And  height  and  depth,of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  j-our  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  slty  j 
Who  sent  his  son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  hiaa  be  given  ; 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resoii-nds, 

0  Zion  sing —  his  grace  abounds  ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallow'd.  up  in  heaven. 

Hymn  52. 

The  scoffing  thief, 

JESUS  Christ  has  power  alone, 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone: 
Tii'  very  moment  grace  is  Mty 
Th'  hardest  hearts  begin  to  melt. 

2  When  our  Lord  wascrucify'd, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  dy'd  ; 
One  with  a  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff 'd  at.  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  latest  breatfr; 
In  the  ver^  jaws  of  death  ; 

5* 


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Dy'ri  as  many  others  do, 
With  a  Saviour  in  his  view/ 

4  Th'  ot  her  being  taught  by  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 

And  by  faith  receiv'd  his  Lord, 
"Whom  the  priests  and  scribes  abhor'cL 

5  Saying,  Lord  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be, 
Soon  (his  Lord  to  him  replies,) 
Thou  shalt  be  in  Paradise. 

6  This  is  wondrous  grace  indeed  : 
Grace  will  save  in  time  of  need  : 
Sinners  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 

He  is  still  the  very  same. 

7  Sinners  haste  from  unbelief : 
Think  upon  the  scoffing  thief  ; 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  has  dy'd  in  vain# 

8  Jesus  Christ  was  crucify 'd, 
The  believer's  ransom's  dy'd, 
Why,  O  why  will  you  dispair, 
Of  a  Saviour's  tender  care  ? 

Hymn  53. 

.The  saint^s  wants* 

1  WANT  an  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease  ; 

Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  less. 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single  steady  aim, 

CJnmov'd  by  threatening  or  reward^ 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 

3  A  zealous,  jisi  concern, 


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For  thine  immortal  praise, 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn, 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

4  I  want  with  all  my  heart 
Thy  pleasure  to  fulfill  ; 

To  know  myself,  and  what  thou  artf 
And  what's  thy  perfect  will. 

5  I  want  —  I  know  not  what, 
I  want  my  wants  to  see  ; 

1  want  —  alas,  what  want  I  not, 

When  Christ  is  not  in  me  ? 

6  This  blessing  above  all 
Always  to  pray  I  want  ; 

Out  of  the  depths  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

Hymn  54. 

Christians  endangered  by  the  cares  of 
the  world, 
BLESS'D  Martha  love  and  joy  express'cl, 
To  entertain  her  heav'nly  guest  ; 
While  Mary,  ravish'd  with  her  Lord, 
Sat  at  his  feet,  and  heard  his  word. 

2  True  love  divine,  in  both  the  same, 
L.cd  each  to  glorify  his  name  ; 

Each  met  her  Loid  with  joyful  heart, 
"But  Mary  chose  the  better  part." 

3  While  one  prepaid  her  earthly  bread, 
The  other  waited  to  be  ied  ; 

One  toii'd  with  care  to  spread  a  feast, 
The  other  lean'd  en  Jesu's  breast. 

4  Both  met  the  favor  of  their  Lord, 
His  grace  for  each  prepar'd  a  word  ; 

While  Mary  drank  full  draughts  of  love, 
Grace,  careful  Martha,  did  reprove. 


5  TbusChristians  with  the  world  are  vex'd, 
Oft  are  encumbered  and  perplex'd  j 
Vain  trifles  so  engross  their  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot. 

6  Tench  us,  dear  Lord, that  part  to  choose, 
Which  through  thy  grace  we  ne'er  shall' 
Then  could  we  call  the  world  our  own,(Iose; 
We'd  leave  it  all  to  see  thy  throne. 

Hymn  55.    . 
The  Christian  Warfare. 
JESUS  my  king  proclaims  the  war, 
"Awalte!  the  powers  of  hell  are  near ! 
"Arm  with  my  grace  !"  I  hear  him  cry, 
*kTis  yours  to  conquer,  or  to  die." 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around  ; 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armour  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  be  gone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
The  word  of  God,  the  sword  I  wield  j 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight  ; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conqa'ring 'banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust ; 
His  bleeding  cro-s  is  all  my  boast  : 
Thro'  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on 
To  vict'ry,  and  the  victor's  crown. 


Hymn  56. 
The  pilgr-  0»^  Song, 
RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wingsy 


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Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

T-ow'rds  heav'n  thy  native  place  s 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  y„ 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  : 

Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  s 

So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 

Upwards  tends  to  his  abode. 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  me  riches,  fly  me  cares, 
While  I  that  coast  explore  ; 

Flat'Hng  world,  with  all  thy  snares,. 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  hx not  here  their  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  mom  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful -light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn. 
Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 

Soon  the  Saviour  willrcturn, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
There  we'll  join  the  heav'n Jy  train,, 

Weicom'd  to  partake  the  bliss, 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace, 

Hymn  57. 

Retirement  and  meditation. 
RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more* 


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Seek  out  some  solitude  to  rucurn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home  5 
Retir'd  and  silent  seek  them  there  : 
This  is  the  way  to  overcome, 

The  way  to  break  the  tempter's  snare. 

3  And  thou,  my  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 

In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

A>  Through  the  recesses  of  my  heart 
I\Ty  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams 'impart, 
'Till  ail  be  search'd  and  purified. 

5  Then,  with  the  yisits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  j 
'Till  ev'ry  grace  shall  join,  to  prove, 
That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there, 

Hymn  58, 

Spiritual  mzndedness. ;  or  inward  religion* 
BEL1GION  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
]YIay  I  its  great  importance  learn, 

Its  sov'reign,  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this,than  glitt'ring  wealth 
Or  ought  the  world  bestows  ; 

Nor  reputation  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engagea 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  j 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 
4-  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd9 

Bq  my  Rodeeniei's  tluoae  i 


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And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  iovc? 

Be  joiii'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 

My  heart  to  be  sincere, 

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Hymn  59. 

Christian  Self-denial, 
AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  bat  right,  since  thou  hast  done 

Much  m;  re  than  this  tot;  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — -one  look  fromlhee 
Will  more  than  make,  amends, 

For  all  the  lessees  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  wprlds,ten  thousand  Kves3 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Div  inely  bright  and  fair  I 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thes 
A  single  smile  obtain, 

Tho*  destitute  of  all  things  else? 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

Hymn  60. 

Gravity  and  decency, 
BEHOLD  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God, 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesu's  blood  ! 
Are  they  not  born  to  hea v'nly  joys, 
And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  ? 

2  Can  laughter  feed  th'  immortal  mind? 
Were  spirits  of  celestial  kind 
Made  for  a  jest,  for  sport  and  play, 


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To  wear  out  time  and  waste  the  day  ? 

3  Doth  vain  discourse,  or  empty  mirth, 
Well  suit  the  honours.cf .their  birth  I 
Shall  they  be  fond  of  Jay  attire, 
Which  children  love,  and  fools  admire  5 

4  Lord,  with  a  heaven-directed  eye, 
We'll  pass  these  glittering  trifles  by 

O,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  higher  % 
Touch  oar  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire. 

5  Then  we  will  look  en  toys  below, 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do  ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
To  mansions  promised  in  the  skies. 

Hymn  61. 
Confession, 
AND  are  we  rebels  yet 
This  side  of  fearful  death, 
'Tis  love  immensely  great 
Which  spares  our  vital  breath, 
And  bears  us  up  from  death  and  hell ; 
And  yet,  alas  !  we  dare  rebel. 

2  Our  sins  are  very  great, 
And  aggravating  too. ; 
Against  botli  love  and  light 
Our  follies  we  pursue  ; 

Which  casts  contempt  on  God  alone, 
And  spurns  at  his  tremenduous  throne* 

3  And  yet,  alas  !  we  lie 
In  too  much  carnal  ease, 
Contented  thus  to  stay 
From  Jesus'  sweet  embrace ; 

For  sin  too  much  prevails  and  rules, 
With  folly  in  our  wretched  souls. 

4  How  can  we  cease  to  mourn 


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O'er  this  our  stupid  frame, 

With  longing  to  return, 

Our  former  love  to  gain  : 
O  Lord  engage  us  more  to  pray, 
To  serve  thee,  and  thy  will  obey. 

Hymn  62. 

All  attainments  vain  -without  love. 
SHOULD  bounteous  nature  kindly  poux 

Her  richest  gifts  on  me, 
Still,  O  my  God,  I  should  be  poor, 

If  void  of  love  to  thee. 

2  Not  shining  wit,  nor  manly  sense, 
Could  make  me  truly  good  : 

Nor  zeal  itself  could  recompense 
The  want  of  love  to  God. 

3  Did  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues, 
But  were  deny'd  thy  grace, 

My  loudest  words,  my  loftiest  songs 
Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 

4  Though  thou  shouldst  give  me  heav'nfy 
Each  myst'ry  to  explain,  (skill. 

Had  I  no  heart  to  do  thy  will. 
My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 

5  Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God, 
As  mountains  to  remove, 

No  faith  could  do  me  real  good. 
That  did  not  work  hy  love. 

€  Oh,  grant  me  then  this  one  request, 

And  I'llbesatisf/d, 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast. 

And  all  my  actions  guide. 


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Hymn  65. 

The  wonderful  love  of  Christ 
COME,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  1 

1  see  the  Messed  fair  one  bend, 

And  stoop  t?  embrace  me  from  the  skies  f 

2  Oh  !   'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  a  heai  t  of  iron  move, 

That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heav'nly  look 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love  ! 

3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains  ; 
He  flew  on  winsrs  of  strong'  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

1  Infinite  grace!   almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies! 
Jesus  the  God  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies. 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  I 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 

In  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 

6  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands,  5 
Hands  that  were -naii'd  to  torturing  smart 
"By  these  dear  wounds,"  saith  he  ;  and 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart,  [stands, 

7  Sure  I  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ? 
Lord  !  melt  this  stubborn  heart  to  tears  4 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 

Hymn  64. 
Praying  for  relief  wider  pressing  cares*   ' 
HEAR,  Lord  I  pray,  without  delay. 
And  ease  my  laboring  soul  $ 


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Huge  cares  a  Rood,  arc  scarce  withstood  £ 
Waves  o'er  my  head  do  roll. 

2  O  may  the  hour  arrive  once  more 
When  my  pain'd  heart  shall  rest  ; 

Much  serving- kills,  with  sorrow  fills, 
O  that  to  live  Was  Christ. 

3  What  happiness  I  might  possess, 
Were  I  above  this  world  ; 

But  now,  alas  !  with  little  .grace, 
Along  through  it  I'm  hmi'd. 

4  I  can't  live  so  ;  O  Lord  I  know 
Thou  canst  deliverance  grant  5 

I'd  all  resign,  be  wholly  thine, 
And  no  thing  more  I  want. 

Hymn  65. 
•  The  resting; day* 

THIS  is  a  tiresome  world,  'tis  tnrey 
In  which  we  have  a  world  to  do  j 
In  toil  and  pain  we  waste  away;. 
But  there  remains  a  Testing  day. 

2  There's  no  condition  here  on  earth,...- 
But  what  has  care  and  labour  both  ; 
But  Ziorr*s  pilgrims  haste  awayv 

To  their  remaining  resting  day; 

3  And  tli rough  this  tiresome  wilderness, 
They  triumph  in  redeeming. grace  ; 
And  midst  their  sorrows  they  can  say, 
There  yet  remains  a  resting  day. 

4  A  few  more  struggles  here  with, sin, 
And  then  farewell  to  every  pain  ;. 
Vox  heaven  our  souls  shall  wing  .away. 
To  an  eternal  resting  d'ay. 


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Hymn  66. 

The  penitent. 

1  LONG  and  earnest  panr 
To  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
"Which  answers  every  want  * 
And  makes  my  joys  increase  % 

Within  his  court,  O,  may  I  be, 
From  sin  and  all  temptations  free- 

2  Through  darksome  vallies  heres 
I  have  to  steer  my  way, 
Where  Sins  and  gloomy  fear 
Still  keep  me  in  dismay  : 

When  will  my  sun  display  his  light, 
And  banish  all  the  shades  of  night  I 

3  One  day  beneath  the  rays 
Of  Jesu's  light  divine, 

Is  worth  ten  thousand  days 
Of  vanity  and  sin  : 

1  of  his  house  would  chuse  the  samer 
Before  the  highest  earthly  gain. 

4  Christ  is  my  sun  and  shield, 
t  My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 

My  life,  my  hope  is  seahd 

With  his  at  on  ing  blood, 
Who  from  his  children  ne'er  withholds 
One  needful  comfort  from  their  souls* 

Hymn  67 

Sin  bewailed. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare$ 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  pjray'x  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin. 
Lord  !  remove  this  load  of  sin  I 


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£et  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  ray  conscience  free  from  guilto 

3  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain^, 
And  without  a  rival  reign, 

4  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face  ; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 

Print  thine  own  resemblance  there* 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friendy 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end* 

6  ShewmewhatI  have  to  do, 
E  v'ry  hour  my  strength  renew  j 
Let  me  live  a  life  'of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  deaths 

Hymn  68. 
Shocking  to  bs  Gods  enemtj^ 

0  Meditate  my  heart, 
The  shortness  of  my  time, 
That  I  from  hence  must  party 
In  unknown  regions  clirab  : 

The  summons  surely  sooe  will  come*. 
When  thou  my  soul  must  hasten  homes ?• 

2  Be  fore  t  h  e  j  udge  sup  rerne, 

1  quickly  must  appear, 
My  endless  state  by  liim, 
I  then  must  surely  hear  : 

To  sink  in  everlasting  night, 
Or  reign  in  uncreated  light* . 


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3  O  I  then  how  stands  the  case,  , 
*Twixt  God  and  thee  my  soul ; 

Art  thou  renew'd  by  grace, 

Or  does  sin  in  thee  rule  ? 
If  it's  by  grace,  I'm  sure  of  heaven  ; 
If  not,  to  hell  I  must  be  driven. 

4  O,  can't  I  humbly  say, 
That  my  Redeemer's  mine  ? 
Havel  not  felt  a  ray 

That  caus'd  my  soul  to  shine  ? 
Yes,  blessed  Jesus,  thee  I  claim, 
Although  unworthy  as  I  am. 

5  Dear  Saviour  by  me  stand, 
And  be  my  guard  and  guide, 
All  through  this  desert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

Nor  let  me  wandering  from  thee  stray, 
But  keep  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

Hymn  ^9. 

Lhhig,  moving,  and  acting  all  for  God, 
LORD  what  is  man  !  that  child  of  pride! 

That  boasts  in  high  degree  ? 
If  left  one  moment  to  himself, 

He  sinks  and  where  is  he  ? 

2  In  thee  1  live,  and  move,  and  am, 
Thou  deal'st  me  out  my  days ; 

Lord  as  thou  dost  renew  my  life, 
Let  me  renew  my  praise. 

3  To  thee  I  come,  from  thee  I  am, 
And  for  thee  i  must  be  ; 

'Tis  better  for  me  not  to  live, 
Than  not  to  live  to  thee. 

4  This  noble  and  immortal  soul 
Thou  breathedst  into  me, 


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And  this  my  soul  shall  still  breathe  forth 
Immortal  praise  to  thee. 

Hymn  70. 
The  saints'  reply  to  the  xvorld* 

IF  strangers  ask  the  reason  why 

We  do  so  often  meet, 
In  love  to  them  we  do  reply, 

To  wait  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  We  tell  them  His  our  greatest  joy3 
To  meet  and  sing,  and  pray  ; 

The  noblest  rational  employ 
Of  each  succeeding  day. 

3  To  man  in  nature  this  is  strange^ 
For  want  of  better  light  ; 

There  must  bean  entire  change 
To  worship  God  aright.    _ 

4  The  worldling  down  the  current  goes^ 
Pursuing  earthly  joys, 

Which  like  a  poisonous  fountain  flows 
In  streams  of  empty  noise. 

5  Ah  did  you  know  the  joys  we  feel 
In  our  despised  way, 

You  also  would  a  moment  steal 
And  join  to  sing  and  pray. 

6  But  if  determin'd  still  to  run 
In  ruin's  mad  career, 

We  must  your  ways  and  persons  shun3 
And,  weeping,  leave  ycu  nere. 

7  We  must  press  forward  in  the  race 
Appointed  for  our  feet  ; 

And  long  to  see  our  Sa\  iour's  face 
Where  worship  is  complete* 


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IIfmn  71. 

Bemoaning  the  /owness  of  religion. 
ALAS  !  alas,  why  is  it  so, 
That  Jesus  cause  should  run  so  low.  ? 
Is  love  so  cold,  and  faith  so  weak, 
That  none  for  J  esus  now  can  speak  ? 

2  Where  is  the  love   and  heavenly  zeal, 
That  christians  formerly  did  feel  r 
When  they  did  meet  and  joyful  tell 
The  love  of  their  Emmanuel. 

3  Is  there  no  virtue  in  his  cause, 
That  we  do  not  obey  his  laws  I 
Or  is  there  now  no  saving  taste 

In  Jesus'  love  and  pardoning-  grace  ? 

4  Once  Z  ion's  ways  dirl  much  rejoice, 
While  many  met  with  heart  and  voice, 
And  SUM  her  courts  with  songs  of  praise^ 
And  glory  crown'd  the  heavenly  lays. 

5  Young  converts  then  did  praise  theLord, 
They  sung  his  praise  with  one  accord, 
While  older  christians  caught  the  flame3 
And  spake  the  glory  of  his  name. 

6  Not  many  months  have  roll'd  away 
Since  we  did  see  a  glorious  day  ; 
When  many  did  to  Jesus  how  ; 

But  where  are  those  professors  now  I 

7  Many  that  did  with  z.^al  set  out, 
And  for  a  while  did  live  devout, 
Have  turn'd  aside  to  right  and  left, 
But  few  in  Zlon's  ways  are  left. 

8  Once  christians  did  religion  feci, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  6$M  ; 
And  when  they  saw  each  other's  face, 


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9  But  now  so  worldly  grown  are  they* 
But  seldom  have  a  heart  to  pray  ; 
The  christian  is  but  here  and  there, 
That  daily  seeks  the  Lord  by  prayer. 

10  Cut  short  these  dayi,0  Lord,  &  come, 
And  bring  us  humble  round  thy  throne, 
And  we  again  shall  love  thy  laws, 
Again  espouse  thy  bleeding  cause. 

Hymn  72. 

The  folly  of  comparing  ourselves 
with  others. 
UNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find, 
Which  to  salvation  led, 

1  listen'd  long  with  anxious  mind, 

To  hear  what  others  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 
IfearM  that  I  was  wrong, 

For  I  was  stupid,  dead  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joy  nor  song", 

3  The  Lord  my  laboring  heart  reliev'd, 
And  made  my  burden  light, 

Then  for  a  moment  I  behevM, 
Supposing  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talkrd, 
Of  anguish  and  dismay, 

Through  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd, 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah  f  then  I  tho't  my  hop  es  were  vain, 
For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease  ; 

I  wisli'd  for  all  my  fears  again 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclosed 
The  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 


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To  Satan's  firy  darts. 

7  Alas  !  I  now  must  give  it  up, 
I  cry'd  in  deep  despair  ; 

How  could  I  dream  of  drawing  hope 
From  what  I  could  not  bear  ? 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me. aid. 
And  when  he  set  me  free, 

Trust  simply  on  my  word,  he  said, 
And  leave  thereat  to  me. 

Hymn  73. 

Complaining  of  inconstancy. 
THE  wandering  star  and.fieeting  wind,, 
Both  represent  th'  unstable  mind  ; 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  clouds,  &  wind,  and.  dew,  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblemsare  £  : 

Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 
So  fickle  and  so  false  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  thro*  a  single  hour  the  same  ;, 
We  vow  and  straight  our  vows. forget,. 
And  then  those  very  vows  repeat. 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return,. 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  bumy 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel, 
We  soar  to  heaven,  then  sink  to  hell. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  Lord  we  confess, 
Our  follies  and  uusteadinesSi 

When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be,. 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fiv'd  on  thee: 


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Hymn  74. 
A  Sang  of  Praise, 
NOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
To  aiy  (I ear  Lord  my  voice  !  411  raise  j 
With  all  the  Saints  MI  join  to  tell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  pow{r  confess. 
His  wisrlom  all  his  works  express, 

But  O  !  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well, 

3  How  sovereign,  merciful  and  free, 
Has  been  his  love  to  sinful  me  ; 

He  pluck'd  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
-4  I  spurnM  his  grace,  I  broke  his  lawSj 
And  then  he  undertook  my  cause  ; 
To  save  me  tho?  I  did  rebel, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  And  since  my  soul  has  known  his  love9 
What  blessings  hath  he  made  me  prove  I 
Mercy,  which  shall  all  praise  excel ; 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

6  When  e'er  my  Saviour  or  my  God, 
Hath  on  me  laid  his  gentle  rod  5 

I  know  in  all  that  has  befe.I, 

My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

7  Tho'  many  flaming  firy  darts, 
Attempt  their  level  at  my  heart ; 
Whith  this  I  all  their  rage  repel— 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

8  Sometimes  the  Lord,  his  face  dothhidc3 
To  make  me  pray,  and  kill  my  pride  5 
Yet  on  my  heart  it  still  doth  dwell, 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well* 


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§  Soon  I  shall  pass  this  vale  of  death5 
And  in  his  arms  shall  lose  my  breath ; 
Yet  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

10  And  when  to  those  bright  worlds  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies  ; 
Above  the  rest,  this  note  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  tilings  well. 

Hymn  75. 

Christ  the  Apple-Tree. 
THE  Tree  of  life,  my  soul  hath  seen, 
.Laden  with  fruit,  and  always  green  j 
The  trees  of  nature,  fruitless  be, 
Compared  with  Christ,  the  apple-tree,. 

2  This  beauty  doth  all  things  excel, 
By  faith  I  know,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  gloi y  which  I  now  can  see, 

In  Jesus  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

3  .For  hvppiness  I  long  have  sought, 
And  pleasure  dearly  I  have  bought  ; 
I  miss'd  for  all,  but  now  I  see, 

Tis  found  in  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

4  l*m  wearyM  with  my  former  toil, 
Here  I  shall  set --and  re3t  a  while  ; 
Under  the  shadow  I  will  be, 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  the  apple-tree. 

.5  With  great  delight  I'll  make  my  stay, 
There's  none  shall  fright  my  soul  away, 
Among  the  sons  of -men  1  see, 
There's  none  like  Christ,  the  apple-tree. 
0  I'll  sit  and  eat  this  fruit  divine, 
It  cheers  my  heart  like  spiritual  wine  ; 
And  now  this  fruit  is  sweet  to  me, 
That  grows  on  Christ,  the  apple-tree. 


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y  This  fruit  dotli  make  my  soul  to  thrive, 
It  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive ; 
Which  makes  my  soul  in  haste  to  be 
With  Jesus  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

Hymn  76. 
The  Farewell. 
FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
The  gospel  sounds  a  Jubilee  .j 
My  stammering  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place,  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alonein  God's  free  grace. 
:2  Farewell,  in  bonds  and  union  dear  ; 
Like  strings  you  twine  around  my  heart ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 
Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part  — > 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell  my  earthly  friends  below, 
Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me, 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  gospel  Jubilee  — - 

To  sound  the  joys,  and  bear  the  news, 

To  Gentile  worlds,  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell  young  people  one  and  all ; 
WhileGod  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe 
•I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  All, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live- 
That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be,  - 
To  reign  in  bliss  eternally! 

5  Farewel  to  all  below  the  sun ; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 

The  path  is  strait  my  feet  shall  run, 
And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go — 
7 


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And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand. 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land* 
6  Farewel,  farewel !  I  look  above  I 
Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call ; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 
My  safeguard  here,  my  Iieav'nly  all  ; 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing. 
My  only  j')y  till  death — Amen. 

Hymn  77. 
The  Saviours  Merit, 
SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 

Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood, 
And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  with  thee,  My  God, 

1  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  ; 
Sin  nor  Satan,  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

2  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  thro'  the  sky  ; 

Glory,  glory,  glo<y,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  Father  give, 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Sing  his  praises  all  that  live  ! 

3  Now  I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  merit— 
Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 

That  if  any  want  his  spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same. 
He  that  asketh,  soon  receiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find  ; 
Whoso'er  on  him  belie veth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 
£  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 


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Glorious  Clmst  of  Heav'nly  birth  ; 
►Glory j  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Sing  his  praises  through  the  earth  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory,  to  the  spirit  be. 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

To  the  sacred  one  in  three. 

5  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading 
With  his  father,  and  our  God 

And  for  us  is  interceding, 

As  the  purchase  of  his  blood  ; 

Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 
Father!  save  them— I  havedied; 

And  the  father  answers  saying, 
They  are  freely  justified. 

6  Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, ' 

Who  lov'd  and  wash'd  us  ia  his  Mood  g 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 
Holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 

Father,  son,  and  holy  Ghost, 

7  Soon  we  hope  to  sing  more  sweetly, 
At  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 

When  his  bride  is  dress'd  completely, 

For  to  celebrate  the  same  ; 
O  what  shouts  shall  then  be  ringing 

Round  the  throne  of  God  most  high, 
And  what  sweet,  melod'ous  singing 

Then  shall  echo  thro'  the  sky. 

8  Glory,  honor  and  thanksgiving, 
Be  unto  the  Lord  our  king  j 

O  let  every  creature  living 

The  Redeemer's  praises  sing i 
Allelujah !  Alleujah ! 


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Now  the  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  % 
Allelujah  '!  Allelujah  ! 

Sing  his  praise  in  highest  strains, 
9  Blessed,  blessed,  blessed, blessed,. 

Blessed  be  the  God  of  Heav'n, 
Blessed,  blessed,  blessed,  blessed, 

Who  has  all  our  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
Praised,  praised,  praised,  praised,. 

Praised  be  his  holy  name, 
Praised, praised,  praised,  praised, 

Now  and  evermore  amen. 

Hymn  78. 

The  Soldier  of  the  Cross* 
AM  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
Why  should  I  fear  to  own  his  cause,. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  I 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace,. 
To  help  us  unto  God  I 

3  Should  I  be  carry'd  to  the  skies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ? 

While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail  thro'  bloody  seas  ? 

4  Yes,  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage  Lord, 

To  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame,. 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  see  a  triumph  from  afar, 
And  see  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise*, 


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And  all  their  armies  slime  ; 
With  robes  of  vict'ry  thro'  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

Hymn  79. 

An  Evening  Hymn*. 
THE  day  is  past  and  gone?, 
The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments,  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest  ; 

So  death  will  ?oon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  j 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep? 
Till  morning  Fight  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

O  !  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

Hymn  80. 
A  Hymn  for  young  Converts, 
METHINKS  I  hear  my  Saviour  call  j 

His  pleasant  voice  doth  sajr  j 
"From  tents  of  ease,  and  sin,  and  thrall, 

"My  fair  one  come  away." 
%  God's  spirit  doth  his  saints  adorn 
7*-   ' 


Like  clusters  on  the  vine  j 
O  'tis  a  bright  and  glorious  inorn,. 
To  see  their  graces  shine. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  here  I  panting  iie^ 
And  long  to  see  thy  face  ; 

0  Lord,  I  pray  do  not  deny, 
A  visit  of  thy  grace. 

4  Dear  Saviour  come,  sweet  Jesus  come*, 
I  long  to  hear  thy  voice  ; 

Jesus  ride  on,  thy  power  assume, 
And  make  thy  saints  rejoice* 

5  How  long  shall  that  bright  hour  delay^ 
When  will,  my  Lord  appear  ? 

1  long  to  see  that  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  will  draw  near* 

6  O  how  I  long  to  take  my  flight, 
My  soul  is  on  the  wing  ; 

I  long  to  see  my  heart's  delight, 
And  be  with  Christ  my  King- 

7  Most  gracious  King,  I  love  thy  name^ 
I  long  for  to  adore  ; 

I  long  to  sound  thy  gracious  fame, 
Upon  the  blissful  shore* 

8  Then  let  my  soul  absorbed  be, 
Whde  God  doth  me  surround  t 

As  a  small  drop  in  the  vast  sea, 

Is  lost  and  can't  be  found. 
I  long  thy  coming  to  behold, 

Then  shall  thy  saints  adore  ;. 
My  ardent  wishes  can't  be  told, 

So  I  can  say  no  moie. 

Hymn  81. 
The  heavenhf  Jerusalem. 
JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home* 


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0  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 

When  wilLmy  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stones, 
Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  green 
My  study  long  have  been  j 

Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 

What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence. 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of 
And  cause  me  to  ascend  ;  (grace*,, 

Where  congregation  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus  my  love  to  glory's  gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  see, 

And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu>  ~~ 

1  leave  you  in  Gocfs  care  ; 
And  if  1  never  more  see  yon, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  There  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part^ 
And  heav'n  shall  ring  with  praise, 

While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart 
Shall  tune  the  song,  free  grace. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  me  run> 
Our  song  shall  still  go  on  ; 

To  praise  the  father  and  the  so% 


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And  spirit  three  in  one. 
10  When  we've  been  there  a  thousand 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun,  [years, 

We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 

Than  when  we  first  begun. 

Hymn  82. 

Christian  under  darkness, 
HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet  prospects,sweet  birds&sweet  flow'rs 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 
2  The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December  is  pleasant  as  May. 

5  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  : 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

4  I  should  view  him  always  thus  nigh  ; 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

i\Iy  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

o  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
IVly  all  to  his  pleasure  resign  ; 
No  changes  of  seasons  or  ptace, 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

6  While  Mess'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love 
A  palace  of  joy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Lord  if  1  indeed  now  am  thine 
Ami  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song  j 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 


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And  why  la  my  whiter  so  long  ? 

S  O  drive  those  dark  clouds  from  the  sky. 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more*  . 

Hymn  83. 

The  enjoyments  of  heaven. 
THI NE  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord  we  love. 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues* 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  our  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun3 
But  sacred  light,  eternal  noon* 

Hymn  84. 

Amoming  hymn. 
NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to  day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  as  noon-day  clear^ 
Banish  every  doubt  andfear  ; 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day 
We  would  labour,  we  would  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound3 
Rising  up  and  setting  down  i 
Ge-ing  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  gin. 


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4  When  our  work  of  life  is  pa  C 
O  !  receive  us  the*  at  Last  : 
Labour  then  will  all  be  o'er, 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  moic. 

Hymn  85. 
For  baptism* 
COME  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  and  obey  his  sacred  word, 
He  dy'd  and  rose  again  for  you, 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do  ? 

2  We  to  tliis  place  are  come  to  shew, 
What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe  ; 
The  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  move  ; 
That  we  thro'  energy  divine, 

May  have  the  substance  in  the  sign* 

Hymn  86. 

On  the  swiftness  of time \ 
MY  days,my  weeKs,my  months,my  years, 
Fly  rapid,  like  the  whirling  spheres, 

Around  the  steady  pole  : 
Time,  like  a  tide,  its  moment  keeps, 
Tin  I  shall  launch  these  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly  ; 
Unthinking  man  !  remember  this, 
Thou, 'midst  thy  sublunary  bliss 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die  ! 
fl  My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall* 


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And  thou  must  take  the  flight  j 
Beyond  the  vast  extensive  blue, 
To  love  and  sins  as  Angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  Eternal  bliss,  eternal  woe 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below— 

On  this  precarious  breath, 
The  God  of  Nature  only  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  1' expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  its  round, 
I  may  be  buryM  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot ! 
Alas  !  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  t\vel\  e  months  may  roll  between 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  shali  my  soul  be  then  extinct. 
Or  cease  to  live,  or  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be ; 
Thou,  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly 

When  death  shall^set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  its  arm  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  Heav'n  thy  dwelling  place  ? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell  or  these  alone, 
Beyond  this  mortal  life  aie  known  — 

There  is  no  middle  state  ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

0  O  !  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dream*, 


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Vast  is  fhe  charge,  what  e'er  it  seems 

To  poor  unthinking  men  : 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  teM  me  plainly  now, 

What  it  will  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  chuse  the  better  way, 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive. 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 

Such  as  1  dare  do!  die. 

Hymn  85\ 

The  day  of  grace, 

THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flows  the  living  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 
2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground^ 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

S  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ; 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me, 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

5  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find, 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 
Who  will  them  all  receive  ; 


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None  are  too  late  who  will  repent, 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 
Jesus  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come  brethren  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  a  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  -, 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry, 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  a  throne  of  love, 

We  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  'Tis  there  we'll  reign  &  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  ; 
Come  on,  come  on  my  brethren  dear 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen  amen  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  the  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


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Hymn  88. 

The  bold  Pilgrim. 
COME  all  ye  Pilgrim  travellers, 

Who  're  bound  to  Canaan's  land, 
Take  courage  and  fight  valliantly, 

Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand. 

2  Our  glorious  Captain'sgone  before, 
And  open'd  all  the  way  ; 

ADd  by  his  arms  and  livery, 
We're  sure  to  win  the  day. 

3  We  trace  a  howling  w  ilderness, 
■     For  Cannan's  peaceful  shore, 

A  land  of  drought  and  pits  we  pass, 
Where  threatning  tempests  roar, 

4  But  Jesus  kindly  has  engag'd, 
To  lead  us  in  the  way  ; 

If  enemies  examine  us, 
He'll  teach  us  what  to  say. 

5  Good  morning  brother  traveller, 
Pray  tell  me  wrhat's  your  name, 

Also  the  the  place  you're  going  to, 
And  that  from  whence  you  came. 

6  My  name  it  is  bold  Pilgrim,  yes 
To  Canaan  1  am  bound  ; 

I'm  from  the  howling  wilderness, 
And  the  enchanted  ground. 

7  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head, 
That  shines  so  clear  and  bright  ; 

And  what  the  covering  on  your  breast, 
So  dazzling  to  my  sight ! 

8  What  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  wear, 
On  which  you  boldly  stand  ; 

Likewise  that  shining  instrument 
You  bear  in  your  right  hand  I 


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9  My  helmet  it  is  glorious  hope, 
And  faith  is  my  bright  shield  ; 

The  spirit's  sword  I've  drawn  to  fight 
Until  I  win  the  field. 

10  My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  peace, 
On  which  I  boldly  stand  ; 

Resolv'd  to  fi^ht  until  I  die, 
To  win  fair  Canaan's  land. 

11  You'd  better  stay  with  me  young  mail) 
And  give  your  journey  o'er ; 

Your  Captain  he  is  out  of  sight, 
His  face  you'll  see  no  more. 

12  My  name  it  is  Apollyon, 
This  land  belongs  to  me, 

And  for  your  arms  and  Pilgrim's  dress, 
I'll  give  it  all  to  thee. 

13  No,  no,  replies  the  Pilgrim  bold, 
Your  oners  I  disdain  ; 

For  glittering  crowns  more  rich  than  gold3 
I  shortly  shall  obtain. 

14  Laid  up  they  are  for  faithful  ones, 
Who  love  their  Lord's  command  \ 

I  there  shall  shortly  be  with  him, 
T' enjoy  the  promis'd  land. 

Hymn  89. 

The  g@od  Physician 
HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And.  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
His  wondrous  power  to  save. 


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2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compar'tl  to  sin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within  ; 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 
And  madness,  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 

But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 
And  added  to  my  pain  : 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 
Some  gave  me  up  for  lost  ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 
How  matchless  is  his  grace  ; 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  ; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd  ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  ; 
I  Iook'd,  and  I  washeal'd. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith  ; 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death  ; 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  j 
He  makes  no  hard  condition! 
fTis  only— look  and  love* 


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Hymn  90, 

Union. 
ATTEND,  ye  saint?, andliear  me  tell, 
The  wonders  of  Inimanuel ; 
He  sav'dmefrom  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  feel  a  blessed  Union. 

2  At  first  he  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie  ; 

He  look'd'on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 

With  God  you  have  no  Union* 

3  Then  I  began  to  mourn  and  cry, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly  ; 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die, 
And  strove  salvation  for  to  buy — 

But  still  I  had  no  Union* 

4  But  when  my  Saviour  took  me  in, 
And  with  his  blood  did  wash  me  clean, 
'Twas  then  I  hated  every  sin  ; 

And  O  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen, 

E'er  since  1  felt  this  Union* 

5  Iprais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day. 
From  house  to  house  I  went  to  pray  ; 
And  if  1  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  always  had  some  word  to  say, 

About  this  blessed  Union* 

6  I  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  souls  to  Union > 

7  0  come,  backsliders,  come  away, 

8* 


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And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  say  ; 
And  mind  to  watch  as  well  as  pray  : 
Come,  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day, 

And  then  you'll  feel  the  Union, 

8  Soon  we  shall  break  all  nature's  ties, 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  sides, 
And  gain  the  mark  and  win  the  prize, 

And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union, 

9  Then  every  saint  that's  here  below, 
Will  leave  these  climes  of  pain  and  wo  ; 
And  they  will  home  to  glory  go  ; 

And  there  they'll  hear  and  see  and  know, 
And  feel  this  perfect,  C7>n  on. 

10  There  we  the  glorious  Lamb  shall  see 
Who  groan'd  and  dy'd  upon  the  tree, 
For  sinners  such  as  you  and  me  ; 

That  we  might  his  salvation  see, 

And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union. 

11  When  we  recount  life's  dangers  o'er, 
And  view  the  labours  which  we  bore  j 
And  see  ourselves  safe  on  the  shore, 
With  love  our  conqu'ror  we'll  adore, 

And  feel  increasing  Union* 

12  When  countless  years  have  roll'd  away, 
Our  vigour  suflering  no  decay, 

We'll  all  as  one  with  rapture  say, 
We  still  remember  well  the  day, 

Our  souls  first  felt  this  Union, 

13  Reign,  glorious  Jesus,  reign  on  high, 
'Tis  thee  that  brought  us  rebels  nigh  ; 
We'll  shout  redemption  through  the  sky, 
And  praise  thee  to  eternity, 

For  such  a  glorious  Union. 

14  The  hosts  of  heav'n  shall  all  agree, 


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In  purest  strains  of  symphony  t 

And  sliout  eternal  glory  be, 

To  three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 

Crying,  O  this  glorious  Union* 

Hymn  91. 

On  Judgement, 

SEE  the  eternal  Judge  decending, 

Seated  on  his  father's  throne  ; 

Now  poor  sinners,  Christ  will  shew  you9 

That  he  is  th'  eternal  son, 

Trumpets  call  you,  trumpets  call  you5 

Come  and  hear  your  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting, 
At  the  thought  of  future  pain, 
Cries  and  tears  he's  now  a  venting  $ 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain, 
Greatly  mourning,  &c.  &c. 

That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  dying  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  bleeding  love, 
O  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  1  felt  his  spirit  move, 
Darci'd  I'm  justly,  &c.  &c. 

For  against  him  I  have  strove. 

4  All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted, 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 

If  some  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I've  broke  them  all, 
Golden  moments,  &c.  &c. 
How  neglected  they  did  roll. 

5  Yonder  sets  a  godly  neighbour, 
Who  was  once  dispis'd  by  me, 
Now  he's  clad  in  dazzling  splendor  -t 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see, 


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Farewell  neighbour,  &c.  &c. 
Dismal  gulf  I'm  bound  to  thee. 

6  Hail  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 
Groans  and  ratlings  of  your  chains, 
Christ  the  Judge  denounced  my  sentence, 
For  to  dwell  in  endless  pains  ; 

Down  I'm  rolling,  &c.  &c. 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shews  me, 
Hell  is  not  a  fable  thing  ; 

Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  sweetly  sing, 
I'm  tormented,  &c.  &c. 
With  a  never  dying  sting. 

8  For  the  sins  I  once  committed, 
Now  the  curse  of  God  I  bear, 
And  the  duties  I  neglected, 
Such  as  faith,  repentance,  prayer, 
With  the  damned,  &c.  &c. 

A  sure  fate  with  them  1  share. 

9  Oh  !  ye  sinners  now  take  warning", 
Flee  the  wrath  which  is  to  come  ; 
Cease  ye  scornful  men  your  scorning:, 
Shun  the  wicked  !  awful  doom  ; 
Now  cry  mercy,  &c.  &c. 

Come  Lord  Jesus  quickly  come. 

Hymn  93. 
A  Crumfor  Pilgrims, 
GO  on  ye  pilgrims  while  below, 

In  the  sure  paths  of  peace  ; 
Determin'd  nothing  else  to  know, 
But  Jesus  and  his  grace. 

2  Observe  your  leader,  follow  him  j 
He  thro'  this  world  has  been  j 


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Often  reviPd,but  like  a  Iamb, 

1  Did  ne'er  revile  again. 

3  O  take  the  pattern  he  has  giv'n, 
And  love  your  enemies  ; 

And  learn  the  only  way  to  heav'n, 
Thro'  self  denial  lies. 

4  Remember  you  must  watch  and  pray. 
While  journeying  on  the  road  ; 

Lest  you  should  fall  out  by  the  way, 
And  wound  the  cause  of  God. 

5  Contend  for  nothing  but  the  fruit, 
That  feeds  th'  immortal  mind  ; 

For  fruitless  leaves  no  more  dispute, 
But  leave  them  to  the  wind. 

6  Go  on  rejoicing  night  and  day5 
Your  crown  is  yet  before  ; 

Defy  the  trials  of  your  way, 
The  storm  will  soon  be  o'er. 

Hymn  93. 

The  Christian's  Invitation  and 
Determination, 
COME  now  poor  sinners,  share  a  part, 
And  give  the  blessed  Christ  your  heart  : 
Come  we  will  take  you  by  the  hand, 
Come,  go  with  us  to  Canaan's  land. 

2  Leave  all  your  carnal  loves  and  toys5 
And  seek  with  us  those  solid  joys  ; 
For  soon  in  glory  we  shall  rise, 

And  there  enjoy  the  lasting  prize, 

3  But  if  with  such  ye  will  not  go, 
And  seek  this  Jesus  for  to  know  ; 
Then  we  must  bid  you  all  adieu, 
For  by  his  grace  we'll  him  pursueo 


94* 


Hymn  94. 

The  Pressure  of  Sin. 
O  THAT  my  loal  of  sin  was  gone — •■ 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus*  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  lamb. 
The  God  of  my  salvation  see  ? 

Weary,  O  Lord,  thou knpw'st  I  am, 
Yet  still  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

3  Rest  for  my  sou!  I  long  to. find  ; 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed,  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  I  would  (but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r) 
My  heart  was  from  its  sins  releas'd  : 

0  let  me  see  that  happy  hour, 
'Twill  fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  peace. 

5  Gome,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Let  not  my  Jesus  long-  delay, 

Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

Hymn  95. 

The  returning  penitent. 
WEARY  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 
Hopeless  to  burst  my  nature's  chain  j 
Hardly  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 

1  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease- 
God  that  creates  must  seal  my  peace  : 
Fruitless  my  toil  and  vain  my  care, 
And  all  my  fitness  is  despair. 


95 

3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal, 
I  see  my  sin  but  cannot  feel; 

I  cannot  till  thy  spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 

4  'Tis  thine,  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  will  resign, 

To  draw,  redeem  and  seal  it  thine. 

5  With  simple  truth,  to  thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Loid,nry  all ; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool — 

I  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

6  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  curef 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure  ; 

Peace,  righteousness  and  joy  impart, 
And  pour  thyself  into  my  heart. 

Hymn  96. 

Hymn  fo  r  B  apt  is  m . 
LET  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice, 
And  sacred  anthems  raise, 
To  father  son  and  holy  ghost, 
For  free  and  sov'reign  grace. 

2  Behold  the  spotless  Iamb, 
Descending  from  above, 

To  bring  the  earthly  strangers  home. 
Upon  the  wings  of  love. 

3  O  may  cur  souls  rejoice, 
His  precepts  to  obey  ; 

Who  to  fulfil-all  righteousness, 
Mark'd  out  the  humble  way. 

4  Thus  Jesus  did  descend, 
Into  the  liquid  stream  ; 

Which  teaches  sinner's  not  to  scorn, 
What  him  so  well  became. 


96 
S  O  ma)'  we  then  march  on, 
Nor  fear  what  men  shall  say  ; 

Deny  ourselves  and  take  our  cross, 
Since  Jesus  leads  the  way. 
5  We  dare  no  longer  stand, 
As  neuters  to  thy  cause  : 

But  by  the  help  of  grace,  we'll  yield 
Obedience  to  thy  laws. 

7  Into  the  wat'ry  tomb, 
We  cheerfully  descend, 

In  token  of  our  faith  and  love, 
To  our  celestial  friend. 

8  Lord  meet  us  here  this  day, 
Who  come  to  do  thy  will  ; 

Grant  us  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
Thy  promis'd  grace  fulfill. 

9  Descend,  O  heavily  dove, 
And  wing  our  souls  away, 

Up  to  that  bright  and  happy  shore 
Of  everlasting  day. 

10  This  day  Til  make  my  choice 
To  serve  the  Lord  most  high  j 

Deny  myself  take  up  the  cross, 
And  do  it  cheerfully. 

Hymn  97. 

Prayer. 
PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  design'd  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 
2  The  christian's  pray'r  'tis  God  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within, 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 
And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 


97 
5  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 
When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thypray'r 
My  soul  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 

4  If  pains  afflact,  if  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  if  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  dejects,  if  sins  distress, 
Thy  remedy's  before  thee  — pray. 

5  It's  prayer  supports  the  soul  that' s  weak, 
Tho<  thoughts  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

6  Depend  on  him,  thou  canst  not  fail, 
Make  ail  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
Fear  not,  his  mercies  must  prevail, 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done*. 


Hymn  98. 
The  good  Skcpartf* 

LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour., 
Come  and  bid  our  jarring  cease  ; 
Come,  O  come  and  reign  forever, 
God  of  love  and  Prince  of  peace  ; 
Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 
See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep, 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come  good,  shepard  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Many  follow  men's  inventions. 
And  submit  to  human  laws  ; 
Hence  divisions  and  contentions 
Sully  the  Redeemer's  cause  ; 
Hence  we  suffer  persecution, 
"While  the  foolish  virgins  sleep  ,j 
All  is  uproar  and  confusion, 
9 


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Come  good  sheparcl  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos., 

Some  for  Cephas,  none  agree  ; 

Jesus  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee  : 

Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumber* 

Every  hindrance  overleap, 

Fearing  not  their  force  or  numbers, 

Come  good  shepard  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Lord,  in  us  thers  is  no  merit, 
We'ave  been  sinners  from  our  youth,. 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 
That  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth  : 
Qn  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 
Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love's  our. bond  and  Christ's  our  centre, 
Come  good  shepard  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 
Persecution  we'll  not  fear, 

Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us 
Whilst  our  loving  shepard's  near : 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap, 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 
The  good  shepard  feeds  his  sheep. 

6  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 
Saying  fear  not  little  flock, 

I  myself  am  your  foundation, 
Ye  are  built  upon  this  rock  : 
Shun  tfee  path  of  vice  and  folly, 
Lest  you  sink  hi  to  the  deep, 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy, 
I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep. 

7  Christ  alone  our  souls  shall  rest  on, 
'Anight  by  him  we  own  his  name, 


09 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 
How  it  cloth  our  hearts  enflame  I 
Glor3',  glory,  give  him  glory, 
Strong  is  he  and  he  will  keep, 
He  will  clear  our  way  before  us, 
The  good  shepard  feeds  his  sheep, 

Hymn  99. 

Preaching, 
MY  Master  calls,  I  haste  away, 
With  friends  no  longer  I  can  stay ; 
To  distant  regions  now  depart, 
With  earthly  comforts  I  must  part. 

2  To  preach  the  gospel  I  am  sent ; 
Jn  calling  sinners  to  repent, 

And  holding  forth  my  blessed  Lord, 
I  have  a  thousand-fold  reward. 

3  When  I  my  Saviour's  smiles  enjoy, 
I  crave  no  happier  employ  ;. 

My  toil  is  light,  my  labour  sweet  — - 
I  range  the  earth  with  willing  feet. 

4  Yet,  O,  how  loth  I  often  am 
Togo  and  spread  my  Jesus'  fame ! 
Through  it  what  bitterness  I've  seen, 
In  death  and  darkness  long  have  been* 

5  It  is  alone  through  grace  I  stand, 
Dependent  on  my  Leader's  hand ;. 
Or  I  a  cast-away  should  be ; 

And  lose  the  crown  awaiting  me. 

6  Once  more,  my  soul,  fresh  courage  take> 
And  never  more  the  work  forsake, 

But  sound  the  Jubile  trump  aloud, 
Thy  helper  is  th'  eternal  GOD, 


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>  Hymn  100. 

Invitation  to  Shiners* 
SINNERS  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Haste  to  the  support  of  your  Lord  j 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  father  is  to  owe, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son  ; 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  stands, 

And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  spirit  of  his  love, 
Just  now  the  stony  heart  to  move  : 
T'  apply  and  witness  with  his  blood, 
And  wash  and.  seal  you,  sons  of  God» 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wrait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  tfhey  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

3  Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord, 
To  happiness,  in  Christ  restor'd  ; 
His  proffered  benefits  embrace. 
The  plentitude  of  gospel  grace. 

6  O  quit  this  world's  delusive  charms, 
And  quickly  fly  to  Jesus*  arms  ; 
Wrestle  until  your  God  is  known, 
Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own. 

Hymn  101. 

Humble  trust,  or  despair  prevented, 
LORD  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me, 
Am  I  forbid  to  trust  thy  blood  ? 
Is  not  thy  pardon  rich  and  free, 
Seal'd  in  the  kind  atoning  blood  ? 
2  Who  then  shall  drive  my  trembling  soul 
From  thee  to  regiofls  of  despair  I 


101 
Whojias  survey'd  the  sacred  roll, 
And  found  my  name  not  written  there  ? 

3  Presumptuous  thought !  to  fix  or  bound, 
To  limit  mercy's  sovereign  reign  ; 
What  other  happy  souls  have  found, 

I'll  seek,  nor  shall  I  seek  in  vain, 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess, 
Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  ? 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 
Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 

5  Were  the  black  list  before  my  sight, 
While  I  remember  thou  hast  dy'd, 
'Twould  only  urge  my  speedier  flight 
To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  cast  me  down, 
To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear, 
And  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 
I'll  be  the  first  who  perish 'd  there. 

Hymn   102, 
Submission* 
O  Lord  my  best  desires  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health_and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command^ 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ; 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  haud, 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No  let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me* 
9* 


102 

4  Thy  favour  all  my  journey  through, 
Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant  j 

What  else  J  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want, 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 
Shall  J  resist  them  both  I 

A  poor  blind  ereature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

6  But,  ah!  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway, 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies. 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

~  Hymn  103. 
Will  ye  also  go  away, 
WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

(Alas  what  numbers  do,) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ? 

2  Ah,  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine? 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 

And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

£  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
To  whom  or  whither  should  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd,, 
Thou  ait  the  Christ  of  God  -, 

Who  hast  eternal  life  seeur'd, 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd^ 
Could  never  reach  my  case  ; 

Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find , 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace* 


103 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest? 
And  bid  my  fears  depart, 

No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

7  What  anguish  has  that  question  stuM? 
If  I  will  also  go  ? 

Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer  No. 

Htmn  104. 

The  longsuffering  and  patience  ofGoaX 
LORD,  and  am  I  yet  alive  ! 
Not  in  torment, not  in  hell ! 
Still  doth  thy  good  Spirit  strive, 
With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell. 

Tell  it  unto  sinners  tell9 

lam,  lam  out  of  hell! 

2  Yes,  I  still  lift  up  my  eyes  — 
Will  not  of  thy  love  despair  ; 
Still  in  spite  of  sin  I  rise, 

Still  I  bow  to  thee  in  prayer. 
Tell  it,  &fc. 

3  O  the  length  and  breadth  of  love  ! 
Jesus,  Saviour  can  it  be  ! 

All  thy  mercies' height  I  see, 
All  the  depth  is  seen  in  me. 
Tell  it,  ^c. 

4  See  a  bush  that  burns  with  fire5 
Unconsumed  amid  the  flame  j 
Turn  aside  the  sight  t'admire, 

I  the  living  wonder  am. 
Tell  it,  fcfc. 

5  See  a  stone  that  hangs  in  air, 
See  a  spark  in  ocean  five  , 
Kept  alive  with  death  so  uear? 


104 

1  to  God  the  glory  give. 
£ver  telly  to  sinners  tell^ 
lam,  lam  out  of  hell. 

Hymn   105. 
Penitential  sighs, 
FATHER  at  thy  call  I  come, 
In  thy  bosom  there  is  room, 
For  a  guilty  soul  to  hide, 
Press'd  with  grief  on  every  side. 

2  Here  I  make  my  piteous  moan, 
Thou  canst  -understand  a  groan  ; 
Here  my  sius  and  sorrows  tell, 
What  I  feel  thou  knowest  well. 

3  Ah  how  foolish  I  have  been 
To  obey  the  voice  of  sin, 

To  forget  thy  love  to  me, 
And  to  break  my  vows  to  thee. 

4  Darkness  fills  my  trembling  soul, 
Floods  of  sorrow  o'er  me  roll ; 
Pity,  Father  pity  me,  ' 

All  my  hope's  alone  in  thee. 

5  But,  my  soul,  a  wretch  as  I, 
Self-condemn'd  and  doom'd  to  die, 
Ever  hope  to  be  forgiven, 

And  be  smil'd  upon  by  heaven  ? 

6  May  I  round  thee  cling  and  twine. 
Call  myself  a  child  of  thine, 

And  presume  to  claim  a  part 
In  a  tender  Father's  heart? 

y  Yes  I  may,  for  I  espy 
Pity  trickling  from  thine  eye, 
'Tis  a  Father's  bowels  move, 
Move  with  pardon  and  with  love. 

8  Well  I  do  remember  too 


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What  his  love  hath  deign'd  to  do, 
How  he  sent  a  Saviour  down, 
All  my  follies  to  attontf. 

9  Has  my  elder  brother  dy'd  I 
And  is  justice  satisfy'd! 
Why,  O  why  should  I  despair 
Of  my  Father's  tender  care  ? 

Hymn  lcxr. 

Christ  All- Sufficient, 
LORD,  whither  shall  I  flee, 
That  I  may  be  secure  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  near? 
And  thunders  round  me  roar. 

2  My  guilty  conscience  speaks, 
And  tells  me  of  my  crime  ; 

How  foolish  I  have  spent  my  days? 
And  wasted  all  my  time. 

3  And  Satan  he  presents 
That  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 

The  time  and  means  of  grace  are  spent^ 
And  I  have  lost  my  day. 

4  Now  horrors  seize  my  mind, 
With  darkness  and  despair, 

I  must  be  driven  from  earth  to  hell, 
To- where  the  damned  are. 

5  These  thought  distress  my  mind. 
And  I  am  fill'd  with  fear  ; 

While  I  am  held  in  hard  suspence, 
Presumption  and  despair. 

6  If  I  continue  here, 

I  certain  shall  be  lost  ; 
If  I  go  back  to  sin  again, 
Damnation  will  be  just, 

7  I'll  risk  my  eternal  all— 


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I'll  prostrate  on  the  ground, 
Dear  Jesus,  for  one  sov'reign  word. 
To  heal  my  mortal  wound. 

8  Unto  thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  sov'reign  mercy  crave  ; 

Dear  Jesus,  thou  and  thou  alone, 
Art  able  for  to  save. 

9  And  whilst  the  Lord  delays, 
My  heart  begins  to  break  ; 

Yet  suddenly  some  joys  I  feel, 
I  hear  a  Saviour  speak. 

10  "Cheer  up  for  I  have  dy'd, 
"My  precious  blood  is  spilt  ; 

"Behold  my  flowingcrimson  stream, 
"To  wash  away  your  guilt." 

1 1  My  fears  and  grief  and  guilt, 
Did  instantly  depart, 

Strange  and  surprizingly  Ifelt, 
Wrapt  in  my  Saviour's  heart. 

12  Strangly  my  state  Mas  chang'd, 
And  1  began  to  sing  ; 

All  glory  to  the  God  of  love, 
"Who  doth  such  sweetness  bring. 

13  I'll  praise  thee  while  I  live— 
I'll  praise  thee  when  I  die — 

I'll  praise  thee  when  I  rise  again, 
And  to  eternity. 

Hymn  10^. 
The  Christianas  Enquiry, 
'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought  : 
Do  Hove  the  Lord,  or  no  P 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  I 


icy 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly  sure  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  h  is  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within? 
All  is  darkness  vain  and  wild  ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  1  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

T  Should  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
Chuse  the  way  1  once  abhor'd  ; 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 

8  Lord  decide  this  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 

If  indeed  it  be  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I'll  pray: 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  this  day. 

Hymn  1Q8. 
To  close  Publick  Worship, 
DISMJSS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 


108 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  Jive. 

2  Tho'  we  are  evil,  thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

3  O!  let  a  lasting  union  join, 

My  soul  to  Christ,  the  living  vine  ? 
And  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  spirit  and  his  love. 

Hymn  109. 
O  FOR  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains  ; 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless, 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There  low  before  his  glGiious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall  ; 

And  with  delightful  worship  own,      (all« 
His  smiles  their  bliss,theirheav'n  their 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  sounding  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love  and  joy,  and   triumph  spread, 
Thro'  all  the  regions  of  the  skie3. 

4  He  smiles,  &  seraphs  tune  their  songsr 
To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joy ful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

Hymn  110. 
A  Hymn  for  a  young  Convert. 
WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing  ; 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 


109 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold, 

The  love  of  Christ  which  can't  be  toli, 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  ;  (pain, 
They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  Satan  is  gone  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring  — ^ 
Ring  with  melodious  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 

They  think  their  former  hopes  were  vain, 
For  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain.  ' 

6  The  morning  that  did  shine  so  bright, 
Is  turned  to  the  shades  of  night ; 
Their  hearts  that  did  with  music  ring 
Are  now  untun'd  in  every  string. 

&  O,  foolish  child,  why  didst  thou  boast, 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast  ? 
Why  did st  thou  think  to  fly  away, 
Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay  ? 

8  Come  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field, 
Come  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield  ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  victory  you  shall  win. 

9  When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines-- 
Th?t  Christ  our  Lord  hr.s  swept  the  field, 
And  we're  determin'd  not  to  yield. 

10 


110 
Hymn  111. 

Christ's  sufferings, 
THRO'OUT  the  Sa\  iour's  life  we  trace, 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace, 

No  period  else  is  seen  ; 
Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 

Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
3>Ty  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  forme  ; 

For  this  I  him  adore  : 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out 

Through  every  opening  pore. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Till  one  the  bones  might  see ; 
jMocking  they  push'd  him  h ere ^ind  'there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Fress'd  by  sin's  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came, 
Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear —  [game  $ 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear  I 

5  Thus  vailed  in  humanity, 

He  dies  with  anguish  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shuddering  rocks  their  heads  decline, 
The  morning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  ShoVrt,  brethren,  shout  with  songs  div- 
Hc  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine,       (ine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst : 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher, 


ill 

Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 
And  laud  your  precious  Christ. 

Hymn  112. 

On  Baptism, 
IN  the  Lord's  word,  left  on  record., 

Expressly  it  is  said, 
They  did  rspair  where  solemn  prayer 

Was  wont  for  to  be  made. 

2  In  pleasure  sweet  here  we  do  meet, 
Down  by  the  water  side  ; 

And  here  we  stand  by  Christ's  command 
To  wait  upon  his  bride. 

3  Now  we  will  sing"  to  Christ  our  king, 
Our  souls  shall  give  him  thanks  ; 

Who  came  to  Jordan  unto  John, 
And  went  down  Jordan's  bank. 

4  With  one  accord  we'll  bless  the  Lord, 
Who  in  his  word  doth  say, 

That  he  that  dy'd,  he  was  baptiz'd, 
And  marked  out  the  way. 

5  Now  we  do  tell  our  friends  farewell, 
To  practice  his  commands  ; 

It  is  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 
The  way  to  Canaan's  land. 

6  Out  king  did  stand  and  give  command,   - 
Who  sent  his  servants  forth, 

To  call  to  all  of  Adam's  fall, 

They  went  from  South  to  North. 

7  Ye  sinners  all  come  hear  the  call, 
His  loving  truth  embrace, 

That  you  may  stand  on  Canaan's  land, 
And  see  him  face  to  face. 

8  That  all  may  join,  in  heart  combine, 
And  lift  his  name  on  high  ', 


112 
That  all  may  sing  to  Christ  our  king, 
A  long  eternity. 

Hymn   113. 

The  Union, 
FROM  whence  cloth  this  Union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  tics, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost  ; 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus' dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
Our  hearts  all  united  iu  love  ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 

4  O  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part, 
Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ; 
Enura\'don  Immanuel's  heart, 

A  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
And  j-  in  with  the  angels  above  ; 
Leaving  these  vile  bodies  of  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
And  all  his  bought  glory  shall  see  ; 
Singing  hallelujah,  amen, 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

Hymn   114. 
For  the  Lord's  supper, 

JESUS  once  for  sinners  shiin, 
From  the  dead  did  rise  again  ; 
And  in  heaven  is  now  set  down, 


lis 
With  the  Father  on  the  throne. 

2  There  he  reigns  a  king-  supreme, 
We  shall  also  reign  with  him  j 
Feeble  souls  be  not  disma^y'd, 
Trust  in  his  almighty  aid*. 

3  He  hath  made  an  end  of  sin, 
And  his  blood  hath  wash'd  us  clean  ; 
Fear  not,  he  is  ever  near, 

Now,  e'en  now,  he's  with  us  here. 

4  Thus  assembling",  we  by  faith, 
Till  he  comes,  shew  forth  his  death; 
Of  his  body  bread's  the  sign, 

And  we  drink  his  blood  in  wine. 

5  Bread  thus  broken,  aptly  shows, 
How  his  body  God  did  bruise  ; 
When  the  grape's  rich  blood  we  seer 
Lord,  Ave  then  remember  thee. 

6  Saints  on  earth,  and  sainls  above, 
Celebrate  his  dying  love.;. 

And  let  every  ransom' d  soul, 
Sound  his  praise  from  pole  to  pole^ 

Hymh  115. 
A  prospect  of  heaven. 
WHEN  God  on  high  shall  magnify 

His  everlasting  love, 
And  send  for  ine  to  let.  me  see 
My  heritage  above  — 

2  Then  I  shall  rise  above  the  skies, 
'  In  praising  God  with  songs  ; 

The  seraphs  they'll  shew  us  the  wrvy 
Where  all  the  angels  throng. 

3  Then  I  shall  shine  i^  light  divine, 
31  ore  than  the  morning  fair,, 

1&* 


114 
The  father,  son,  and  spirit  one, 
And  I'm  a  chosen  heir. 

4  There  see  and  feel  what  they'll  reveal, 

With  pleasure  and  delight  j 
Then  surely  they'll  their  joys  unveil, 

And  treasures  infinite. 

Hymn  116. 
WHEN  we  shall  ily  above  the  sky, 

On  wings  like  Noah's  dove  ; 
And  go  from  hence  to  those  immense, 

Transporting  joys  above. 

2  Then  the  bridegroom  will  give  us  room, 
And  seats  in  heavenly  courts  ; 

To  feast  on  love  with  him  above, 
In  ravishing  transports. 

3  There's  glorious  hosts,  &  spotless  ghosts, 
Which  guard  my  Saviour's  throne  j 

And  thousands  more  who  kneel  before, 
Whose  number  can't  be  known. 

4  Each  seraphim  that  is  within, 
Has  six  bright  glittering  wings  ; 

Flying  on  twain  while  four  remain 
For  veils  and  coverings. 

5  There's  seas  of  glass  whose  beauties 
The  glories  of  the  sun  ;  (pass* 

And  streets  of  gold  there  to  behold, 
As  bright  as  e'er  a  one. 

6  There  we  shall  see  that  fruitful  tree, 
Which  bears  twelve  times  a  year ; 

Whose  lovely  fruits  so  sweetly  suits, 
All  heaven's  guests  for  cheer. 

7  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 

Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 


115 
Glory  to  God  alone. 

Hymn  11/. 

Advice  to  youth. 
NOW  is  the  time,  O  lovely  youth*, 
To  think  on  your  creator  God  ; 
Attend  the  words  of  sacred  truth, 
While  in  the  days  of  youthful  blood, 

2  This  is  the  only  way  to  find, 
The  paths  of  peace  and  endless  joy. 
The  way  to  store  your  youthful  mind 
With  pleasures  that  will  never  cloy. 

3  But  if  you  foolishly  delay, 

And  harken  to  the  tempter's  breath  i 
To  walk  in  the  destructive  way, 
Till  age  comes  on,  or  sudden  death  : 

4  O  think  what  dreadful  risk  you  run, 
You  hazard  your  immortal  soul, 

To  be  eternally  undone, 

And  plung'd  where  endless  sorrows  roll. 

5  Behold  the  wretch  advanced  in  years, 
And  with  his  years  grown  old  in  sin  ; 
No  more  repentance  now  appears, 
Then  when  his  life  did  first  begin, 

6  Lo  !  still  upon  the  horrid  brink, 
Of  everlasting  wrath  he  goes  j 
Anon  with  honor  down  to  sink, 
Into  the  gulf  of  endless  woes.     , 

7  Young  sinners  then  a  warning  take, 
Now  in  your  precious  days  of  youth  ; 
All  flattering  vanities  forsake, 

And  take  th'  advice  of  sacred  truth, 


116 
Hymn  118.. 
The  truly  enlightened  squI  in   the  valley  of 
humiliation,  humbly  resigned  at   the  feet 
of  a  sovereign  God. 
THE  man  that  views  Lis  guilt  and  sin 

With  clear  enlighten  M  eyes  ; 
He  sr-es  how  \  die  a  wretch  lie's  been. 
And  down  in  dust  he  lies. 

2  With  humble,  low  submission  'tis 
His  soul  is  brought  to  say, 

Thai  Go!  the  so\  'reign  putter  is, 
Ancl  he  but  worthless  clay. 

3  His  views  avejusl  and  edequatQ, 
He  sees  it  would  be  ri 

If  Got!  should  fix  his  future  state 
In  bla^  k  eternal  night. 

4  He  gives  it  in  both  free  and  frank, 
His  all  he  then  resigns, 

He's  willing  now  to  sign  a  Wank, 
And  God  should  write  the  lines. 

5  But  yet  he  can't  despair  of  grace, 
He  wrestles  with  his  Cic 

And  begs  his  precious  scud  might  taste, 
The  merits  of  his  blood. 

6  He  pleads  the  merit-  of  the  Lainh, 
T h at  Ids  p oo  r  so  u I  might  ii  v  e  ; 

lie  can't  be  willing  to  be  danin'd, 
Such  language  he  doth  give. 

7  "The  souls  con  .lemnM  to  endless  fla m es, 
"Blaspheme  the  God  above, 

"While  heavily  saints  on  highest  strains, 
"Do  praise  redeeming  lo 

8  "Should  I  be  deom'd  to  endless  woe, 
"To  burn  forever  im 

"  'TwouM  never  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 


117 
"Nor  cancel  all  the  scored 

9  "Ten  million  years  in  fire  and  smoi&e, 
"Amidst  the  livid  flames, 

"Will  gain  no  credit  on  the  book, 
"The  debt  is  still  the  same. 

10  "But  if  by  Christ  my  soul  is  freed, 
"He  will  my  surety  stand, 

"And  every  mite  will  then  be  paid, 
"Which  justice  can  demand. 

11  "If  such  a  brand  of  fire  as  I, 
"Should  now  be  pluck'd  from  hell,  . 

"How  would  the  winged  Seraphs  fly, 
"Such  blessed  news  to  tell. 

12  "To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
"What  Glory  would  redound  ? 

"How  would  the  spotless  heav'nly  host, 
"Their  golden  trumpets  sound  ; 

13  "Must  I  despair  of  future  bliss, 
"And  so  withdraw  my  suit  ! 

"No  I  God  forbid,  since  mercy  is 
"Thy  da i  ling  attribute. 

14  "My  ardent  cries  shall  still  ascend, 
"While  I  have  power  to  speak, 

"And  if  I  perish  in  the  end, 
"111  die  beneath  thy  feet." 

15  The  man  that's  brought  to  such  a  case., 
God  won't  his  suit  deny  j 

But  lie  will  give  him  saving  grace, 
And  lift  his  soul  on  high, 

16  The  one  in  three  and  three  in  one^ 
All  gk>ry  is  their  due  ? 

From  beings  far  above  the  san,    * 
And  human  creatures  too* 


IIS 
Htmn   119. 
4?  the  meeting  of  Friends. 
"WELL  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jesus'  name, 

Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
"While  we  our  saviourV,  praise  proclaim, 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  But  O  !  dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 
Send  down  the  heav'nly  dove, 

His  graces  to  diffuse  abroad, 
To  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  In  vain,  dear  saviour,  here  we  meet, 
Except  thy  face  we  see  ; 

Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most' sweets 
When'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  shews  a  heav'nly  dawn, 
When  there  with  thee  we  dwell  ; 

But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn, 
A  pala  e  proves  a  hell. 

5  Then  O  !  dear  Jesus,  condescend 
To  meet  us  with  a  smile  ; 

Thy  spirit's  quiek'ning  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile — 

6  That  at  the  close  each  cne  may  say, 
"We  meet  not  here  in  vain  ; 

"For  we  have  tasted  heav'n  to  day, 
"Nor  could  wc  more  contain.'* 

Hymn   120. 
At  parting  of  Friends, 
LORD,  when  together  here. we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 

We're  loth  to  Iea\  e  the  place. 
2  But  father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 
That  we  must  part  again  j 


11?) 

Yet  let  thy  special  presence  still, 

With  ev'ry  one  remain. 
3  And  let  ns  all  m  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 
Till  we  before  thy  glorious  throne, 

Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4>  There  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
But  in  seraphic  endless  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 

5  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  forever  fly  .; 

Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part, 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

6  And  thus  to  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heav'nly  shore  ; 

The  great  mysterious  one  in  three, 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 

Hymn  121. 
On  Grace, 
HEAVENLY  thoughts  create  my  song, 

And  set  my  soul  on  fire  ; 
And  glides  my  pleasing  thoughts  along, 
To  join  the  heav'nly  chcir. 

2  While  trav'liDg  thro'  this  desart  land, 
My  weary  soul  shall  rest  j 

Guided  by  Jesus'  gentle  hand, 
To  lean  upon  his  breast. 

3  Here  1  will  ease  my  burden'd  mind, 
And  tell  him  all  my  grief  ; 

From  Jesus'  blood  my  soul  shall  find 
The  streams  of  sweet  relief. 

4  I'll  lay  me  down  within  his  arms., 
And  view  Iris lovley  face  -, 


120 
As  one  overcome  by  sov'reign  charms, 
And  lost  in  his  embrace. 

5  Here  I  behold  with  joy  divine, 
The  springs  of  rising  bliss, 

And  joy  to  see  that  Christ  is  mine, 
And  view  that  I  am  his. 

6  The  views  of  my  clear  bleeding  King, 
Strike  an  immortal  flame  : 

Jfcaptur'd  with  joy  my  soul  shall  sing 
The  praise  of  Jesus'  name — 

7  Shall  sing  like  the  redeemed  throng; 
Of  my  incarnate  God  ; 

His  love  shall  be  my  ceaseless  song, 
Who  wash'd  me  in  his  blood. 

S  High  on  the  throne  my  Saviour  reigns  $ 

Angels  adore  my  King  ; 
In  lofty,  sweet  seraphic  strains, 

My  Saviour's  praise  they  sing. 

9  There  I'll  adore  my  dying  God. 
And  bow  before  his  face ; 

I'll  sing  of  Jesus'  wounds  and  blood, 
And  praise  victorious  grace. 

10  Amidst  th'  eternal  sacred  true — 
Among  the  starry  plains  ; 

My  soul  shall  sing  as  angels  do, 
In  sweet  celestial  strains. 

11  The  heav'nly  flame  shall  still  aspire, 
Before  my  saviour's  Throne  : 

His  love  shall  feed  the  sacred  fire, 
To  praise  the  holy  one. 

Hymn  122. 

Divine  Fortitude* 
DIDST  thou  dear  Jesus  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  I 


121 
Ant!  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 

Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 
2  Forbid  it  Lord  that  I  should  dread, 

To -suffer  shame  or  loss  ; 
But  in  thy  footsteps  let  me  tread, 

And  glory  in  thy  cross. 
G  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  holy  courage  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meekness  shine. 

Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  soul,  why  dost  thou  fear 
The  face  of  feeble  man  ? 

Behold  thy  heav'nly  captain's  here, 
Before  thee  in  the  van. 

5  O  how  my  soul  would  up  and  run, 
At  this  reviving  word  ; 

Nor  any  painful  suff'rings  shun, 
To  follow  thee  my  Lord. 

6  For  this  let  men  reproach,  defame, 
And  call  me  what  they  will ; 

Lo,  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  servant  still. 

7  *To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  resign; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 
Pause. 

8  I'll  cheerfully  take  up  the  cross, 
And  follow  thee  my  Lord  ; 

Submit  to  tortures,  shame  and  loss, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

9  But  this  I  promise  to  fulfill, 
Through  thy  assisting  graSe  ; 

For  I  am  weak,  of  feeble  wilJ; 

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I  must  with  shame  confess. 
10  Bat  let  thy  grace  sufficient  be, 

In  every  time  of  need  ; 
Then  Lord  I  '11  boldly  fight  for  thee, 

And  every  time  succeed. 

Hymn  123. 

The  rich  provision  of  the  gospel. 
JESUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  : 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 

And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  satan's  rage, 
Does  thy  salvation  flow  ; 

It's  notconfin'd  to  sex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  efier'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  may  tale  their  share  ; 

No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence, 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come  all  ye  wretched  sinners,  come, 
He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 

His  gospel  and  his  heart  has  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

5  His  doctrine  is  Almighty  love, 
There's  virtue  in  his  name, 

To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  lion  to  the  lamb. 

6  O  could  we  raise  a  song  of  praise, 
Half  equal  to  his  love ; 

The  heav'ns  would  ring,  while  we  should 
Thro'  all  the  courts  above.  ('ing. 

Hymn  124.  * 

Good  Works.  r 

2  Nf  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith, 


When  all  their  works  exnibit  dcatB, 
When  they  indulge  some  sinful  view, 
]n  all  tliey  say,  in  all  they  do. 

2  The  true  believer  fears  the  Lord, 
Obeys  his  precepts,  keeps  his  word, 
Commits  his  works' to  God  alone, 
And  seeks'his  will  before  his  own. 

3  A  barren  tree  that  bears  no  fruit,  - 
Brings  no  great  glory  to  his  root ; 
When  on  the  boughs  rich  fruit  we  see.. 
'Tis  then  we  cry,  "  A  goodly  tree." 

4  Never  did  men  by  faith  divine, 
To  selfishness  or  slot  rt  incline  ; 

The  christian  works  with  all  his  power, 
And  grieves  that  he  can  work  no  more. 

Hymn  125. 
The  heart  is  deceitful  and  wicked. 
THIS  wretched  heart  will  still  backslide^ 
O,  what  deceit  is  treasur'd  here! 
'Tis  full  of  vanity  and  pride, 
What  fruits  of  unbelief  appear  I 

2  My  base  ingratitude  I  mourn, 
My  stubborn  will,  my  earthly  mind  ; 
My  tho'ts  how  vain,  to  rove  how  prone, 
To  every  evil  how  inclin'd  I 

3  Who  can,  amongst  the  sons  of  men, 
Find  out  the  viieness  of  my  heart  ? 
None  can  the  depths  of  guilt  explain, 
'Tis  all  corrupt  through  every  part. 

4  Could  creatures  look  into  my  breast, 
Hom' would  they  gaze  with  strange  sur- 
They'dhate  rue  with  a  sore  detest,(prise  : 
And  turn  away  their  frighted  eyes. 

5  But  what  are  creatures,  Lord,  to  thee  I 


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The}7  can't  forgive  one  single  sin, 
Were  they  dispos'd  to  pity  me, 
They  could  not  work  one  grace  within, 
6  To  Jesus,  then,  I'll  make  my  moan  ; 
O  cleanse  this  filthy  sink  of  sin* : 
Jesus  thou  canst,  and  thou  alone, 
O  condescend  to'  make  me  clean. 

Hymn   126. 

Indwelling  sin  lamented. 
With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride, and  discontent^ 

And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base. 
So  false  as  mine  has  been  ; 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  ! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true* 

Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands, 
Is  his  most  holy  due. 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 
And  all  her  words  approve  ; 

But  still  I  find  'tis  hard  t'obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  Iong,*dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel, 
These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 

When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest ; 

6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O  break  the 
And  set  the  captive  free  :         [charm, 

Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to. rescue  me. 


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Hymn  127. 
ALAS  !  it  is  a  thorny  road, 
That  I  am  call'd  to  tread, 
And  many  are  the  snares  and  traps. 
That  for  my  feet  are  laid. 

2  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  satan  arc 
Against  my  soul  combin'd  , 

And  worse  than  all,  this  evil  heart 
Is  with  the  tompter  join'd. 

3  What  awful  truth  I  I  daily  feel 
Old  nature  is  the  same 

It  ever  was,  and  ne'er  will  die 
While  I  in  flesh  remain. 

4  What  but  the  power  of  mighty  grace 
Could  such  a  wretch  restrain, 

From  running  into  every  vice 
Among  the  world  again  ? 

5  That  grace  I  know  will  never  fall, 
Sufficient  it  will  be  ; 

The  Lord  hath  said  it  shall  "sustain 
So  weak  a  worm  as  me. 

6  Forget  not,  O  my  soul,  thy  God 
Is  an  unchanging  friend, 

And  in  his  strength  thou  shalt  o'ercomej. 
And  triumph  in  the  end. 

Hymn  128. 

Zion's  Light, 
ARISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 

Behold  thy  light  is  come, 
Thy  glorious  conquering  king  is  near 

To  take  his  exiles  home. 

2  The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky3. 
To  set  poor  can tives free. 


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The  day  of  wonder  now  is  come, 
The  year  of  Jubilee. 

3  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 
That  earth  may  hear  her  doom,    i 

Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 
Behold  your  judge  is  come. 

4  Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth,. 
Consume  the  rolling  flood, 

While  ever}'  star  shail  disappear, 
Go  turn  the  moon  to  blood. 

5  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Before  your  Judge  appear, 

AH  tongues  and  languages,  are  come, 
Their  final  doom  to  hear. 

6  King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 
Ten  thousand  saints  around, 

"While  Gabriel  with  his  mighty  trump, 
Echoes  the  awful  sound. 

7  The  glorious  time  of  gospel  grace, 
With  sinners  now  is  o'er, 

The  trump  in  Zionnow  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more. 
S  The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls,, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

9  Come  all  ye  pilgrims  here  below, 
Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one, 

Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold,. 
Your  race  is  almost  run. 

10  Above  the  clouds  behold  him  standi 
He  smiles  and  bids  you  come, 

And  angels  becon  you  away 

To  your  eternal  home. 
tlO  I  see  a  pilgrim  when  he  die*. 


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With  glory  in  his  view, 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 
And  bids  the  world  adieu. 

12  While  friends  a  weeping  all  around, 
And  loth  to  let  him  go, 

He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 
And  leaves  them  all  below. 

1 3  O  !  christians  are  you  ready  no^r 
To  cross  this  narrow  flood, 

And  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

14  The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright 
Attract  my  soul  above,  (world., 

My  tongue  shalT  shout  redeeming  grace, 
When  perfected  in  love. 

15  Come  all  ye  pilgrims  in  the  Lord, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there* ; 

Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 
Be  bold  and  do  not  fear. 

16  Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls. 
The  land  it  is  in  view, 

And  when  I  reach  fair  Canaan's  shore, 
I  hope  to  meet  with  you* 

Hymn  129. 
Pilgrim  }s  Song* 
CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  you  journey  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing. your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  In  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  your  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Oh  !  ye  banish 'd  seed  be  glad, 


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Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flocks,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus  arms  shall  rest  ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There's  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  O  !  ye  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord,  obed'ently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

Hymn  130. 
Celestial  Watering, 
SAVIOUR  visit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us  Lord  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  dissolution, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  will  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely  once  the  garden  flourislrd, 
Every  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 
There  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 

Lord  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 


1*9 

Fk'<J  with  zeal  and  love  and  truth  I 
Old  professors  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 

6  Some  in  whom  our  souls  delighted, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants  to  sight  how  pleasant, 
Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
Bat  they  cause  us  grief  at  present. 
I^rost  has  nip'd  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
Thou  can'st  make  them  bloom  again  j 
O  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

9  Let  our  mut'al  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer  : 
Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant  % 
Shan,  the  world's  bewitching  snare., 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power^ 
Turn  the  stony  hearts  to  flesh  j 
Now  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Hymn  131. 

Wonders  of  Redeeming  Love* 
O  NO W  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Come  sing  aloud  in  Jesus*  name  ; 
Come  you  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Come  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Come  you,  alas  !  whoe'er  have  been? 
The  willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin  ; 
Come  now,  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

3  Come  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears* 


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And  banish  all  your  guilty  fenrs  ; 
And  see  the  guilt  secure  remov'd, 
?Tis  cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 
4*  Come  welcome  all  by  sin opp rest, 
Come  welcome  to  this  sacred  rest  ; 
Thers's  nothing  bro't  hiai  from  above, 
Nothing  but  true  redeeming  love. 

5  'Tis  he  subdues  the  infernal  pow'rs, 
And  his  tremendous  foes  are  ours  ; 
Our  foes  are  from  his  empire  drove, 
He's  mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

6  Come  hither  and  your  music  bring, 
Come  strike  aloud  your  joyful  string  ; 
Come  mortals  join  the  praise  above, 
He's  mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Come  you  who  live  in  Babylon, 
Come  hear  the  voice  of  Christ  the  Son  ; 
Arise  my  fair  one  and  my  dove, 

O  come  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

8  The  angels  that  before  him  stand, 
They  go  and  come  at  his  command  ; 
Tho'  they  are  seated  high  above, 
Is  ever  will  taste  redeeming  love. 

9  O  surely  happy  now  they  be, 
Our  God  and  Christ  they  daily  see  ; 
They  all  in  shining  ranks  do  move, 
But  ne'er  will  sing  redeeming  love. 

10  O  ye  bright  angels  it  is  true, 
That  I  shall  surely  out-do  you  ; 
When  I  shall  reign  with  him  above, 
Then  I  shall  sing  redeeming  love. 

Hymn  132. 

Tribulation, 
YE  that  would  afcer  Jesus  press, 


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Must  fix  it  firm  and  sure, 

1  bat  tribulations,  more  or  less, 
You  must  and  shall  endure. 

2  From  tin's  there  ean  be  no  exempt, 
'  Tis  God's  own  wise  decree, 

Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt, 
Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 

3  The  world  opposes  from  without, 
And  unbelief  within, 

We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  v/e  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  ef  sin. 

4  Glad  flames  too  often  lift  us  up, 
And  then  how  proud  yi  e  grow  ! 

Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares9 
To  catch  the  wandering  heart,. 

And  seldom  do  we  see  the  sDares 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 
Pursue  thenarrow  path, 

Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye, 
And  light  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong. 
His  promises  are  true  ; 

We  shall  be  conquerors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conquerors  too. 

Hymn  133. 
The  Wandering  Pilgrim, 
W  AND'R I NG  Pi!grims,inourning  Chris- 
Weak  h  tempted  Lambs  ofChrist;  (tians3 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd  ± 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you, 


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To  a  rich  and  costly  fea<>t : 
Let  not  shame  nor  priderpre vent  you, 
Come  the  sweet  provision  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  relenting, 
And  bemoan  your  wretched  case  5 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting-, 
He  will  give  you  gospel  grace  ; 

If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him. 
Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days,, 

Only  come  to  C h  rist  and  ask  him, 
He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ninglove, 

Lay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 
Till  the  troubled  waters  move  ; 

If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 
All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk  ; 

Jesus,  Jesus  he  will  cleanse  you, 
Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 

4  If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking, 
In  the  sea  of  unbelief ; 

Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 
Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief ; 

He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied, 

Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide.    ^ 

o  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  consort, 

To  convoy  you  to  his  home  ; 
There  yoifll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 

Free  from  every  want  and  care  ; 
Come,  O  !  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


Hymn  \$i. 

Joy  in  the  Holy  Ghost. 

MY  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

I  hearhisjoyful  voice. 

2  F  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 
Who  have  a  feast  at  home  ; 

My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  comforter  is  come, 

3  Down  from  above  the  blessed  dove 
Is  come  into  my  breast, 

To  witness  God's  eternal  love  j 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

4  This  makes  me  Abba  Father  cry, 
With  confidence  of  soul  j 

It  makes  me  cry  my  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without  controul. 

5  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth, 
From  God's  eternal  throne, 

And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream, 
Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 

6  The  streams  do  water  paradise. 
It  makes  the  angels  sing  t 

One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart, 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

7  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 
And  full  of  glory  too  ; 

Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 

As  worldings  do  not  know. 
3  Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

From  fancy -'tis  conccal'd, 
What  thou,  Lord,  hast  laid  up  for  thine 

12 


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And  hast  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voire, 
I  taste  thy  sweetest  love  ; 

3VIy  soul  doth  leap  :  l)ut  O  for  wings, 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove  ! 

10  Then  should  I  fleefarhence  away,. 
Leaving  this  world  of  sin  : 

Then  should  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand, 
And  kindly  talre  me  in. 

1 1  Then  should  my  soul  with  angels  feast 
On  joys  that  always  last  : 

Bless'd  he  my^God,  the  God  of  joy, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  taste. 

Hymn  135. 
A  -practical  improvement  of  baptism* 
ATTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God, 

Ye  heirs  of  glory  hear  ; 
For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 
Your  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 

"With  Christ  the  Lord  we  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

3  There  by  his  father's  side  he  sits 
Enthron'd  divinely  fair  ; 

Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

4  Rise,  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise, 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love  : 

Above,  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

5  But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down, 
When  we  attempt  to  fly  : 

L#id,  send  thy  strong  attracting  power. 


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To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 

Hymn   136. 

C/i rist  Lord  of  all.  ' 
ALL  hail !  the  power  of  Jesus'  name? 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 
And,  as  they  tune  it,  fall 

Before  his  face,  who  tunes  the  choir. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball  ; 

And  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  ail. 

5  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall ; 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  Ms  grace  ; 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David,  Lord  did  call, 

The  God  iucarnate  I  man  divine  ! 
The  crowned  Lord  of  all. 

7  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue. 

That  bound  creation's  hall, 
Now  shout,  in  universal  song,. 


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And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Hymn  137. 

Prayer  answered  by  crosses, 

1  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Mr^ht  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  ' Twashe  who  taught  you  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer  ; 
But  it  lias  been  in  such  a  way. 

As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  l  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request ; 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  power» 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea  mo  re,  with  his  own  hand  he  seera'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe. ; 

CrossM  all  the  fair  designs  Ischem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  Lord,  why  is  this,  I  trembling  cry <d, 
Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  I 
*Tis  in  this  way,  the  Lord  reply  *d, 

I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith, 

7  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free  ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me* 


Hymn  138. 
Pleading  with  God  under  affliction* 

WHY  should  a  living' man  complain 

Of  deep  distress  within  ; 
Since  every  sigh  and  every  pain, 

Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  Now  Lord,  1*11  patiently  submit, 
Nor  ever  dare  rebel  ; 

Yet  sure  I  may  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise, 
And  beat  upon  my  soul  ; 

One  trouble  to  another  cries, 
Billows  on  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope  and  hope  to  fear,. 
My  shipwreck'd  soul  is  tost, 

Till  I  am  tempted  in  despair, 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  thro*  the  stormy  clouds  Idl  look, , 
Once  more  to  thee,  my  God  ; 

0  fix  my  soul  upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  raging  flood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 
Would  set  my  .heart  at  ease  ; 

One  all  creating  word  of  grace, 
Will  make  the  tempests  cease. 

Hymn  139. 
Lord's  supper, 
THE  table  spread,  my  soul  there  spies 
The  victim  bleeds,  the  Saviour  dies  ;; 
In  anguish  on  the  tree  ! 

1  Lear  his  dying  groans  !   I  prove 
His  bleeding  heart,  his  dying  love  !  - 

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He  dy'd,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

2  The  table's  spread  —  the  royal  food 
Is  Jesus'  sacred  flesh  and  blood, 

A  feast  of  love  divine  : 
His  bleeding-  heart  I  his  dying  groans  ! 
His  sacred  blood  for  sin  attones  — 

Attones,  ray  soul,  for  thine. 

3  The  feast  is  spread  with  bleeding  hands, 
iiedew'd  with  blood, and  Io  !  it  stands 

To  fill  the  hungry  mind  ; 
'Tis  free,  and  whosoever  will 
jYIay  feast  his  soul  and  drink  his  fill, 

And  grace  and  glory  find. 

4  While  at  the  table  sits  the  king, 
RapturM  with  joy,  my  soul  shall  sing, 

With  an  immortal  flame  ; 
jMy  Saviour's  grace  1*11  still  adore, 
With  joy  I'll  love  him  more  and  more, 

And  bless  his  sacred  name. 

5  O  sacred  flesh  !  O  solemn  feast ! 
When  Christ  my  Lord  the  royal  guest, 

1  s  at  the  table  found  ; 
This  adds  new  glories  to  my  joy  — 
It  bids  me  sing — and  well  I  may, 

It  makes  my  bliss  abound. 

6  'Tis  thus  my  soul  by  faith  is  fed, 
On  angels  food,  with  living  bread, 

And  manna  from  above  — 

0  sacred  flesh,  on  dying  blood  ! 

1  feast  till  1  am  fuli  of  God, 

And  drink  the  wine  of  love. 

7  It  is  an  early  an ti past, 

Of  heavenly  bliss  it  is  a  taste, 
A  taste  on  earthly  ground  ; 
If  here  so  sweet  —  if  here  we  prove 


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Seraphic  joy  —  celestial  love, 
la  heaven  what  will  be  found  ? 

Hymn  140. 
The  fair  mansions, 
WE  in  this  tabernacle  mourn, 

For  immortality  ; 
Burdened  with  sin  we  daily  groan, 
And  long  to  be  set  free. 

2  We  view  this  world  not  as  our  home^ 

But  sojourn  in  a  vale  ; 
We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come, 

Where  joy  shall  never  fail. 
S  We  have  a  house  above  the  sky, 

In  heaven's  unmeasur'd  space  ; 
Where  we  shall  dwell  eternally, 

And  see  our  Saviour's  face. 

4  Roll  on,  roll  on  our  peaceful  years, 
And  bring  our  souls  to  rest ; 

Where  troubles  end, and  doubts  and  fears 
No  more  disturb  our  breast. 

5  Then  shall  we  bid  along  farewell 
To  all  those  fleeting  things  ; 

Our  clay  in  earth  we  leave  to  dwell, 
To  mount  on  saCred  wings. 

6  Swifter  than  thought  we  soar  on  high, 
Above  the  twinkling  stars ; 

Pass  through,  the  regions  of  the  sky, 
And  all  those  rolling  spheres. 

7  The  sun  ere  long  will  disappear, 
And  sinners  feel  their  Joss  ; 

While  we  ascend  through  yielding  air, 
And  steer  llveternal  course 

8  Now  winged  time  is  known  no  more, 


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Eternity  begins  ! 
Our  souls  have  gain'd  the  heavenly  shore? 
And  view  th'amazing  scenes. 

9  Their  songs  begin  to  sound  so  sweet, 
Our  raptur'd  souls  on  lire  ; 

To  bow  around  the  Saviour's  feet, 
An  I  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

10  Unnumber'd  years  shall  gently  roll, 
And  each  increase  the  bliss  ; 

And  God  shall  say  unto  each  soul, 
Come  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

11  Then  will  our  blessed  Jesus  come, 
And  hid  the  dead  arise  ; 

And  call  his  weary  children  home, 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 

12  Where  sin  and  sorrow  all  shall  cease, 
And  tears  be  wip'd  away  ; 

And  nothing  shall  disturb  our  peace, 
To  one  eternity. 

Hymn  141. 
Before  going  to  meeting; 
THE  Saviour  meets  his  flock  to  day, 
Shall  I,  in  sloth,  abide  at  home  ? 
Shall  I  behind  the  people  stay, 
When  Jesus  calls  there  still  is  room  ? 
I'll  go,  itis  a  place  of  prayer, 
Who  knows  but  God  may  meet  me  there  ? 

2  To  day  Immanuel  feeds  his  saints, 
And  liere  the  christians  find  their  king  — - 
They  open  lay  all  their  complaints, 
And  here  their  Saviour's  praise  they  sing! 
Into  their  number  Ml ■ -presume, 
Since  Jesus  kindly  bids  me  come. 
3,  How  long  did  faithful  Anna  wait. 


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And  sought  the  Lord  for  fourscore  years, 
Both  day  and  night,  the  temple  gate 
She  watch'd  with  many  sighs  and  tears, 
And  scarcely  left  the  house  of  prayer 
Till  God  vouchsafe!  to  meet  her  there. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  then  bestow  the  power, 
And  like  the  saints  1,11  watch  for  thee, 
Content  until  th'  appointed  hour, 
When  thou  shalt  be  reveal'd  in  me : 
Daily  my  soul  within  thy  gate, 

Shall  for  thy  gracious  presence  wait. 

5  Remove  temptation,  O  my  Lord, 
Andjetmy  enemies  be  slain, 

Who  would  withdraw  me  from  thy  word, 
And  plunge  me  in  the  world  again  j 
And  when  the  bridegroom  shall  appear, 
O,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  prayer. 

Hymn  142. 
The  Complainer  reformed. 

1  SET  myself  again  st  the  Lord, 
Despis'd  his  mercy  and  jhisword, 

And  wished  to  take  his  place  ; 
It  vex'd  me  sore  that  1  must  die, 
And  perish  too  eternally, 

Or  else  be  sav 'd  by  grace. 

2  Of  every  preacher  I'd  complain, 
One  spoke  thro'  pride  and  one  for  gain3 

Another's  learning^  small  ; 
This  spoke  too  fast  and  that  too  slow, 
One  pray'd  too  loud  and  one  too  low, 

The  others  had  no  call. 

ft  With  no  professors  could  T  join, 
Some  dress'd  too  mean  and  some  too  fme9 
And  some  did  talk  too  long  j 


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Some  had  a  tone,  some  had  no  gift, 
Some  talk'd  so  weak  and  some  so  swift, 
And  all  of  them  were  wrong. 

4  I  tho't  they'd  better  keep  at  home, 
Than  to  exhort  where'er  they  come, 

And  tell  us  of  their  joys  ; 
They'd  better  keep  their  gardens  free 
From  weeds,  than  to  examine  me, 

And  vex  me  with  their  noise. 

5  Kindred  and  neighbours  all  were  bad. 
And  no  true  friend  for  to  be  had  — 

My  rulers  too  were  vile  ; 
At  length  I  was  brought  for  to  see 
The  fault  did  mostly  lie  in  me, 

And  had  done  all  the  while.       > 

6  The  horrid  loads  of  guilt  and  shame, 
(Being  conscious  too  I  was  to  blame,) 

Did  wound  my  frighted  soul  : 
I've  sinnld  so  much  against  my  God, 
I'm  crush'd  so  low  beneath  his  rod, 

How  can  I  e'er  be  whole  ! 

7  But  there  is  Balm  in  Gilead, 
An  I  a  physician  to  be  had, 

A  balsom  too  most  free  ; 
Only  believe  on  God's  dear  son, 
Thro4  him  the  victory  is  won, 

Christ  Jesus  dy'd  forme. 

8  For  Christ's  free  love's  a  boundless  sea; 
What  to  expire  for  such  as  me  ? 

Yes,  His  a  truth  divine  ; 
My  heart  did  melt,  my  soul  o'errun 
"With  love,  to  see  what  God  hath  done 

For  souls,  as  mean  as  mine. 

9  Now  I  can  hear  a  child  proclaim 
The  jpyful  news  and  praise  the  name 


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Of  Jesus  Christ  my  king" ; 

I  know  no  sect,  christians  are  one, 
With  my  complaints  I  now  have  done, 

And  made  salvation  mine. 

10  Come  saints,  rejoice  in  Christ  your  king. 
His  solemn  praises  sweetly  sing, 

And  teli  the  world  his  love  j 
Sinners  invite  for  to  receive 
Of  God's  free  grace,  and  not  to  grieve 

The  holy  sacred  dove. 

II  All  those  who  do  an  interest  gain, 
In  Christ  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain-, 

Will  surely  happy  be  ; 
Their  loud  hosannas  they  shall  raise, 
A  monument  of  God's, high  praise, 

To  all  eternity. 

Hymn   143. 
Pride. 
INNUMERABLE  fees 
Attack  the  child  of  God, 
He  feels  within  the  weight  of  sin5 
A  grievous  galling  load. 

2  Temptations  too  without, 
Of  various  kinds  assault, 

Sly  snares  beset  his  traveling  feet, 
And  make  him  often  halt. 

3  From  sinner  and  from  saint 
He  meets  with  many  a  blow  : 

His  own  bad  heart  creates  him  smart  j 

Which  only  God  can  know. 
.4  But  though  the  host  of  hell 

Be  neither  weak  nor  small, 
One  mighty  foe  deals  dangerous  woe, 

And  hurts  beyond  them  all. 


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5  'Tis  pride,  accursed  pride, 
That  spir't  by  God  abhorr'd  : 

Do  what  we  will,  it  haunts  us  still ; 
And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 

6  It  blows  its  poisonous  breath, 
And  bloats  the  soul  with  air ; 

The  heart  up-lifts  with  God's  own  gifts, 
And  makes  e'en  grace  a  snare. 

7  Awake  —  nay  wile  we  sleep  ; 
In  all  we  think  or  speak, 

It  puffs  us  glad,  torments  ns  sad  ; 
Its  hold  we  cannot  break. 

8  In  other  ills  we  £nd 

The  hand  of  heaven  not  slack ; 
Pride  only  knows  to  interpose, 
And  keep  our  comforts  back. 

9  'Tis  hurtful  when  perceiv'd  : 
When  not  perceiv'd  'tis  worse*. 

Unseen  or  seen  it  dwells  within  ; 
And  works  by  fraud  or  force. 

10  Against  its  influence  pray, 
It  mingles  with  the  prayer ; 

Against  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  speech  5 
Be  silent,  still  'tis  there. 

11  This  momeat,  while  I  write, 
I  feel  its  power  within  ; 

My  heart  it  draws  to  seek  applause, 
And  mixes  all  with  sin, 

12  Thou  meek  and  lowly  Lamb, 
This  haughty  tyrant  kill  ; 

It  wounded  thee,  tho'  thou  wast  free, 
And  grieves  thy  spirit  still. 

13  Thy  garden  is  the  place, 
Where  pride  cannot  intrude, 

For  should  it  dare  to  enter  there 
'Twouldsoon  be  drown'd  in  blood. 


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Hymn  144. 

The  way  to  Heaven*  \    I 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone,  ■ 

He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  liim  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not  5 
ISly  grief  a  burden  long  hath  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 

1  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo,  glad  I  come,and  thou  bless'd  Laral% 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  whose  I  am  j 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give,  * 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
"What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "behold  the  way  to  God  !" 

Hymn  145. 

Begone  Unbelief. 
AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place, 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face. 

2  But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

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And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

3  Although  the  vice  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 

The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil. 

4  The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 

Yet  will  I  tiiumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

5  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear, 
My  soul  be  strong  in  living  faith  ; 

My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 

6  Tho'  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see, 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  lie  dy'd  for  me. 

Hymn  146. 
NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heav'nhe's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 
Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  dy^dfor  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms, 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  &  blood  shed, 
Shews  his  wounded  hands  and  feet  ; 
Father,  save  them,  though  they're  blood 
Jiaise  them  to  a  heav'nly  seat.         (red, 
Sinners ,  can  you  hate,  £p*c. 


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3  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour,, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to  clay, 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 

O  repent,  return,  and  pray. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c-  . 

4  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 
On  the  bed  of  dying  strife, 
Endless  joy,  or  endless  anguish, 
Turn  upon  the?  events  of  life. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  fc?c. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 
Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  } 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me. 

Simiers,  can  you  hate,  &f  c. 

6  Open  now  your  hearts  before -him, 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 

Now  receive,  and  O  !  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &Pc. 

7  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 

O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  bound  less  store. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &?c. 

Hymn  147. 

Sampson  grinding  in  Prison,  by  falling  in 
the  lap  cfDeliah. 

ALAS  !  I've  wander'd  such  a  length 

In  a  forbidden  road  ; 
I've  lost  like  Sampson,  eyes  and  strength, 

And  confidence  in  God. 

2  And  now,  like  him  I  mourn  my  loss, 
Ah  loss  of  both  my  eyes  ! 


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Pm  grinding  in  a  prison  house* 
fteproaeh'd  by. enemies. 

3  Sometimes  I  thirst  for  victory, 
O'er  all  my  foes  within  ; 

I  long  to  feel  the  rebels  die, 
And  the  new  man  to  reign. 

4  Tradition,  pride  and  unbelief, 
A  heavy  load  I  bear  ; 

And  my  hard  heart  augments  my  griefj 
Till  I  almost  despair. 

5  The  lying  tempter  tells  me  now, 
He's  chain'd  my  soul  so  long, 

He  shall  prevail,  and  keep  me  so  ; 
Nor  dare  I  move  my  tongue. 

6  But  Jesus  rules  in  heav'n  and  earth 
(And  blessed  be  his  name) 

I  trust  he'll  yet  redeem  from  death 
And  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

Hymn  148. 

Behold  ijour  Christ, 

CONDEMN'Dat  Pilate's  bar 
The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
To.  save  poor  sinners  from  despair, 
And  bring  them  home  to  God. 

2  Tho'  he's  the  eternal  King, 
They  seorn'd  to  own  him  so  ; 

Mocking,  a  purple  robe  they  bring, 
And  then  their  knee  they  bow. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  they  made 
(Ah  that  was  all  our  curse) 

With  envy  put  it  on  his  head, 
He  bore  it  all  for  us. 

4  No  sceptre  did  he  need 


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From  a  poor  fallen  race  : 
Yet  sinners  mock'd  hiai  with  a  reed,   . 
And  spit  upon  his  face. 

5  See  how  he's  led  away, 
To  bring  us  wretches  home  ; 

Behold  him  fainting  by  the  way, 
To  give  us  strength  to  come. 

6  See  him  on  Calv'ry's  hill 
With  many  scoffing  round  ; 

How  great  his  love  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Ah,  love  without  a  bound  1 

7  With  arms  extended  wide, 
Nail'd  to  the  cursed  tree  ; 

Fountains  of  biood  from  hands  and  side 
For  such  vile  men  as  we. 

8  But  conqu'ring  when  he  fell 
Attain'd  the  victory  ; 

He  unstrung  death  and  conquer'd  hell 
That  we  might  never  die. 

9  O  could  poor  mortals  know 
The  riches  of  his  love! 

They'd  long  to  quit  these  climes  below 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 

Hymn  149. 

On  the  Dealings  af  God  with  the  Soul,  or  the 

works  of  Grace. 
I'D  tell  the  wonders  of  my  God  ; 

Bat  O  too  great  for  tongues  to  tell ! 
How  rich,  how  free,  that  gracious  word  i 

That  sav'd  my  guilty  soul  from  hell. 
2  Amazxl  to  think  where  I  have  been  ! 

In  the  dark  slippery  paths  of  death  ; 
Bearing  a  dreadful  load  of  :Aix 
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Expos'd  to  sink  at  every  breath. 

3  The  burden'd  earth  groan'd  under  me, 
The  vilest  of  the  sinful  race  ; 

Th'  astonish'd  rocks  and  every  tree 
Rose  up  and  curs'd  me  to.  my  face. 

4  Allheav'nlook'd  frowning  from  above, 
And  hell  was  gaping-  wide  below  : 

My  pray'rs  and  tears  abortive  prove, 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  woe. 

5  How  dreadful  was  my  enmity 
Against  the  eternal  King  of  heav'n  J 

My  heart  so  full  of  blasphemy, 
I  could  not  ask  to  be  forgiven. 

6  Justice  pursu'd  me  close  behind,. 
And  I  upon  the  brink  of  hell  ; 

My  strength  all  fa i I'd  and  I  resign'd, 
And  Jesus  took  me  as  I  fell. 

7  I'll  sing  thy  goodnes  O  -ray  God, 
But  O!  how  far  my  language  fails 

To  speak  the  merits  of  that  blood, 
Which  did  for  my  poor  soul  prevail* 

8  For  me,  a  rebel  to  his  throne, . 
A  traitor  to  his  dignity  : 

His  pity  brought  a  pardon  down 
For  me  a  wretch  cendem'd  to  die. 

9  A  difl 'rent  aspect  I  beheld, 

The  hills  and  rocks  all  smiling  stood  j , 
And  all  the  verdent  groves  and  fields 
Spoke  forth'  the  praises  of  my  God. 

10  I  long'd  to  praise  my  Saviour  too  ; 
But  tho't  he  scarcely  could  be  mine  ; 

O  can  he,  can  he  stoop  so  low, 

CouW  Christ  forme  his  life  resign  ? 

1 1  Praise  shall  employ  my  future  breath 


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Till  I  shall  end  this  mortal  race  ; 
Then  shall  I  triumph  over  death 
And  praise  my  Saviour  face  to  face* 

Hymn  150. 
Stand  still,  and  see  the  salvation  of  the  Lord$ 
OH  !  what  a  narrow,  narrow  path 

Is  that  which  leads  to  life  ! 
Some  talk  of  .works,  and  some  of  faith. 

With  warmth,  and  zeal,  and  strife* 

2  But  alter  all  that's  said  or  done, 
Let  men  think  what  they  will,-. 

The  strength  of  every  tempted  son- 
Consists  in  standing  still. 

3  "Stand  still  ?  says  one.     That's  easy 
"Tis  what  I  always  do."  (sure, 

Deluded  soul,  be  not  secure  : 
This  is  not  meant  to  you. 

4  Not  driv'n  by  fear,  nor  drawn  by  love, 
Nor  yet  by  duty^  led, . 

Lie  still  you  do ;  and  never  move, 
For  who  can  move,  that's  dead  f 

5  But  for  a  living  soul  to  stand, 
By  thousand  dangers  scar'd, 

And  feel  destruction  close  at  hand, 
Oh  !  this  indeed  is  hard. 

6  To  shun  this  danger  others  run. 
To  hide  they  know  not  where  : 

Or  though  they  fight,  no  vict'ry's  won  j 
They  only  beat  the  air. 

r  He  that  believes,  the  scripture  says, 

Shall  not  confus'dfy  haste. 
Thus  danger  threats  both  him  that  stays, 

And  him  that  runs  too  fast. 
%  Haste  grasps  at  all •;  but  nothing  l:eeps; 


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Sloth  is  a  dangerous  state  : 
And  he  that  flies,  and  he  that  sleeps, 
Cannot  be  said  to  wait. 

9  Lord,  let  thy  Spirit  prompt  us  when 
To  go,  and  when  to  stay  : 

Attract  us  with  the  cords  of  Men, 
And  we  shall  not  delay. 

10  Give  power  &  will  ;  &  then  command j 
And  we  will  follow  thee  : 

And  when  we're  frightened,  bid  us  stand, 
And  thy  Salvation  see. 

Hymn  151. 

Leaving  the  world. 
FAREWELL  vain  world, I  must  begone, 

1  have  no  home  nor  stay  in  thee  ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  see. 

2  Why  art  thou  loth  my  heart,  O  why, 
Dost  thou  recoil  within  my  breast  ? 
Grieve  not  but  say,  farewell  and  fly 
Unto  the  ark,  my  dove  there's  rest. 

3  I  come  my  Lord  a  pilgrim's  pace, 
Weary  and  weak  I  slowly  move  ; 
Longing  but  yet  can't  reach  the  place, 
The  gladsome  place  of  rest  above. 

At  I  come  my  Lord  the  floods  here  rise, 
These  troubled  seas  foam  nought  but  mire; 
My  dove  back  to  my  bosom  flies, 
Farewell  poor  world  heaven's  my  desire. .. 

5  Stay,  stay,  said  earth,  whither  fond  one, 
Here's  a  fair  world,  what  wouldst  thou   . 
Fair  world  O  no,thy  beauty's  gone,(havc? 
Aheav'nly  Canaan  Lord  I  crave. 

6  The  ancient  travellers  thus  they, 


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Weary  of  earth  bigh'd  after  thee  y 
They're  gone  before  I  must  not  stay,, 
Till  I  both  thee  and  them  may  see. 

7  Put  on  my  soul 'put  on  with  speed, 
Tho'  long  the  way,    the  end  is  sweet  y 
Once  more  poor  world  farewel  indeed^ 
In  leaving  thee  my  Lord  I  meet. 

Hymn  152, 
The  stony  heart. 
LORD,  hear  a  burd'ned  sinner  mourn r 
Who  gladly  to  thee  would  return  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  O  impart ! 
And  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

2 'Tis  this  heard  heart  which  links  me  doWE9 
Nor  asks  thy  smiles,nor  fears  thy  frown ; 
The  cause  of  all  my  woe  and  smart, 
Lord  takeaway  this  stony  heart. 
S  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  my  gracious  Loro% 
Which  scorns  thy  love  &  slights  thy  wordf 
Which  tempts  me  from  thee  to  depart. 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

4  'Tis  this  hard  heart  whose  bold  reply, 
Gives  all  the  sacred  truth  the  lie  5 
And  would  thy  promises  pervert, 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart* 

5  'Tis  this  hard  heart  I  feel  within, 
Which  slights  thy  grace  &  cleaves  to  sin  5 
Sure  'tis  all  hell,  the  counter  part, 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

6  'Tis  this  hard  heart  which  dares  with- 
Ati  the  dread  judgments  of  thy  hand  ;[stand 
Which  daily  acts  the  rebel's  part, 

Lord3  take  away  this  stony  heaito 


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f  'Tis  this  hard  heart  which  day  by  day, 
Would  shut  my  mouth  nor  let  me  pray  ; 
Yea,  would  from  every  duty  start, 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

8  Sure  the  bless'd  day  will  shortly  come, 
When  this  hard  heart  shall  know  its  doomj 
When  I  no  more  shall  sin  retain, 
Nor  of  a  stony  heart  complain. 

Hymn  153. 
The  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 
AWAKE  my  soul  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  t3iy  great  Redeemer's  praise  °, 
Pie  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness  O  how  free  I 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness  O  how  great  I 

3  Tho'  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho-  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness  O  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud  ; 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 

His  loving  kindness  O  how  good  !    » 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  tho4  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  poweis  must  fail  % 
O,  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death  \ 


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f  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  climes  of  everlasting  day  ; 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies, 

Hymn  154. 

The  stony  heart. 
O  FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  the  stubborn  stone  away  ; 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart^this  frozenheart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend, the  earth  can  quakej 
The  sea  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  shew  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear. 
Amazing  thought,  which  devils  fear  ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

4  To  hear  the  sorrow  thou    hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt, 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  something  most  I  need  ; 
Thy  spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  minea 

Hymn  155. 
Blind  Bartimeus. 
MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David! 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 

Now  vouchsafe  to  me  thy  aid. 
2  While  he  cried  many  chid  hiai^ 


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But  lie  prayed  the  louder  still ; 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 

But  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  that  none  but  he  could  give, 

4  Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  : 

Straight  he  saw  and  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now  methinks  [hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around  ; 

Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing, 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

S  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me, 

Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

7  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garments, 
Follow  Jesus  in  the  way  ; 

He  will  guide  me  by  his  counsel, 
Lead  me  to  eternal  day. 

8  There  I  shall  behold  ray  Saviour^ 
Spotless,  innocent,  and  pure  ; 

Sure  to  reign  with  him  forever, 
If  I  to  the  end  endure. 


Hymn  156. 
The  effort. 
APPROACH,  my  soul, the  mercy  seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  .pray'r  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  shall  perish  there. 

£  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 


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With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  caliest  burthen'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  prest  j 

By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 
That  shelter' d  near  thy  side  ; 

1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hastdy'd. 

5  Oh  wonderous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die. 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame  ; 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  Poor  tempest  tossed  soul  be  still, 
My  promis'd  grace  receive  ; 

Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 

Hymn  157. 

The  Bible. 
PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford'! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword  : 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger. 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys ; 

Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys  : 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed,  \ 

He  is  meet  and  drink  indeed  I 
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3  When  my  soul  is  faint  and  sickly. 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  ray  mind  ; 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find  : 

To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  th<  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield  : 
While  the  scripture  truth  is  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword  ; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me^ 
Satan  trembles  at  the  word  : 

3Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 

6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 
Doating  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 

1  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor : 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 

Food  and  nied'eine,  shield  and  sword* 

Hymn  158. 

The  hiding  Place. 
HAIL,  sov'reign  love  !  that  first  began, 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
H^il,  matchless,  free  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place.  . 

2  Against  the  God,  that  built  the  sky, 
I  fought,  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
"JOespis'd  the  mansions  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  peek  a  hiding-place  I 


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3  En  wrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light  f 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo  I  th'  eternal  council  rang? 
Almighty  Jove  !  arrest  the  man  ; 

I  felt  the.arrows  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place  I 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  xiewy 
To  Sinai's  firy  mount  I  Hew  ; 

But  justice  cry'd  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place  1 

6  But  lo !  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appear'd  ; 
He  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace, 

To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  sev'n-fold  streams  of  vengeance 
And  shake  thisglobe  from  pole  to  pole;[rolly 
No  thunder  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place  ! 

8  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell  5 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race, 

And  thus  became  their  hiding  place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most 
Shall  land  me  on  foir  Canaan's  cost, 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding  place  I 

Hymn  159. 

J  warning  to  sinners,  to  fee  from  the 
wrath  to  come. 
WHEN  pity  prompts  me  to  look  around' 

Upon  my  fellow  clay ; 
See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound. 


160 
Good  God  I  what  shall  I  say. 

2  My  bowels  yeavn  for  dying  men, 
Doom'd  to  eternal  woe  ; 

Fain  would  I  speak,  but  'tis  in  vain, 
If  God  does  not  speak,  too. 

3  O  !  sinners,  sinner  wont  you  hear, 
When  in  God's  name  I  come  ? 

Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 
Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom. 

4  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour9 
O  !  sinners  come  away  ; 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

5  0  !  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room,. 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 

He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

6  Then  where  poor  mortals,  will  you  bey 
If  destitute  of  grace, 

When  you  your  injur' d  judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

7  O  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight,. 
How  would  you  wish  to  fly, 

To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
Fiom  that  all  searching  eye  ? 

3  But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear 
And  you  among  them  stand  ; 

Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

9  No  yearning  bowels,  pity  then 
Shall  not  affect  my  heart ; 

No,  I  shall  surely  say  amen 
When  Christ  bids  you  depart. 

10  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 


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But  lend  a  listening  ear  ; 
JLest  you  should  meet  them  all  again*, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 

Hymn  160. 
The  Christianas  Voyage* 
JESUS,  at  thy  command, 

1  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 

For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thine? 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  ; 
My  compass  in  thy  word  : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord  I 

I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  lie, 

Vet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide 
And  every  boist'rous  storm  outride 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest : 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast  !. 

*    O  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  &  waves  distress  noxnore> 

5  When  e'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh. 
Lest  I  .fihoud  sailer  loss  ; 

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Fov  move  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread,. 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Corne,  Holy  Ghost  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grac^, 

Waft  me  from  all  belcw, 

To  heaven,  my  destinM  place  ! 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behindc. 

Hymn  161. 

In  me  ye  shall  have  peace* 
YE  saints,  attend  the  Savioui's  voice, 

Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace, 
He  says,  and  in  it  O  rejoice  ! 

In  me  ye  shall  have  peace, 

2  Though  storms  and  tempests  round  you 
And  foes  and  fears  i  ncrease,  [  roa  r, 

He  says,  and  what  could  he  say  more  ? 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace, 

3  What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 
Nor  do  temptations  cease  ; 

He  says,  and  O  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace, 

4  What  though  your  hearts  with  sorrow 
And  sighs  snd  tears  increase  :      (bleede, 

He  says,  and  O,  'tis  true  indeed  ! 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace, 

5  What  though  corruptions  dwell  within* 
Nor  does  the  conflict  cease  ; 

He  sayr»,  in  spite  of  hell  and  siu, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace, 

6  Though  you  shall  pass  through  death's 
To  gain.yourwish'd  release,  (cold  flood^ 

He  says,  and  sure  he'll  make  it  good,... 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace** 


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7  When  you  his  face  in  glory  vievr? 

Where  joy  can  ne'er  decrease, 
Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 

In  him  ye  shall  have  peace. 

Hymn  162. 
Tour  Bodies  are  Temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost* 
PROFESSED  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
Hark  to  his  word  and  bless  his  name  ; 
Your  bodies,  if  in  him  you  trust, 
Are  tempels  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

2  Let  this  important  solemn  truth 
Dwell  on  your  minds,  in  age  and  youth  ;> 
Be  this  your  honour  and  you  boast, 
You're  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

3  As  such,  let  all  your  conduct  be 
From  lust,  and  pride,  and  folly  free  5 
Remember  what  your  bodies  cost, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost., 

4  Let  gravity  and  holiness, 

A  modest,  plain,  and  decent  dress, 

And  Christ's  bright  robes  adorn  you  most* 

As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

5  Set  his  example  in  your  view — 
Be  this  the  pattern  you  pursue  ; 
Think,  as  his  body,  so  your's  must 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

6.  Ere  long  your  happy  change  will  come, 
And  death  will  bring  your  spirits  home  ; 
And  Christ  shall  guard  your  sleeping  dust, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

7  When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies., 
Bright  shall  your  bodies  then  arise, 
And  joyful,  join  the  heavenly  host, 
As  temples  of  the  Holy  GhoH. 


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Hymn  163. 
Ihnoxo  that  my  Redeemer  Uves* 

1  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer lives. 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  X 
He  lives,  he  lives  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ev.erliving  head. 

2  He  Jives,  triumphant  from  the  grave. 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save  ; 

He  livesvall  glorious  in  the  sty, 
He  lives,  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  Iovep 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lieves  to  crush  the  pow'rs  of  hell,, 
He  lives  that  he  may  in  me  dwell, 

He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whole,. 
'He  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul. 

6  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessing3  to  impart. 

7  He  lives  my  kind,  my  heav'nly  friend. 
He  lives,  and  loves  me  to  the  end, 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  Til  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

8  He  Ikes,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death,   . 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. - 


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9  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives  my  Jesus  still  the  same  ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  give*? 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

Hymn  164. 
On  the  great  duty  of  prayer, 
WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  seat ; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayVr 
But  wishes  to  be  often  thare. 

2  Pray'r  mskesthe  darkest  cloud  withdraw*, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Pray'r  makes  the  christian's  armour  brightf; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weekest  saint  upon  his  knees.. 

4  When  Moses  stood  with  arni3  spread 
Success  was  found  on  Ist'el's  side;     [wide^ 
But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amarekprevail'd* 

5  Have  you  no  words  I  Ah,  think  again9 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath, thus  vainly  spent3 
To  heav'n  In  supplication  sent. 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  rae* 

Hymn  165. 
The  attraction  of  the  cross, 

YONDER-^ajnazing  sight !  I  see}, 


TV  incarnate  son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  weltering*  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  ; 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun  ; 

His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
&  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky. 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud, 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurian  cry, 

"This  was  the  son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
May  well  my  hopes  revive  ; 

If  God's  own  son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
Might  draw  me  Lord  to  thee  ; 

Thou  hast  my  heart ;  it  shall  be  thine, 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be. 

Hymn  166. 
The  year  of  Jubilee, 
BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return  ye  ransoimd  sinners  home  X 

2  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace  j 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  j 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  to  youretemarhome? 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  GodD 


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The  all-atoning  Lam* ; 
Redemption  in  bis  blood 
Throughout  the  world  proclaim  j, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home* 

:  I^ymn  167. 
The  happy  hopeful  Saint, 
OH  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see, 
The  saints  in  full  prosperity  ; 
To  see  t  he  brigh  t  the  glitt'ring  b  ride. 
Close  seated  by  her   Saviour's  side. 

2  O  may  I  find  some  humble  seat, 
Beneath  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet ; 
A  servant  as  before  has  been, 
And  sing  salvation  to  my  ting. 

3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly  5 
©right  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem. 

4r  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath* 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death  ; 
I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

5  Farewell  vain  world  I'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come  ; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day, 

6  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death. 
And  infills  arms  I'll  lor:e  my  breath  : 
And  then  my  happy  soul  will  tell, 
3My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

7  1  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 


us 

And  meet  King"  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

$  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  sides, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

$  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode  ; 
My  theme  thro1  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

Hymn  168. 
The  Beggar's  prayer. 
ENCOURAG'D  by  thy  word 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord,     , 
Waits  at  thy  mercy  door  : 
No  hand,  no  heart,  dear  Lord,  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plee, 
Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  oifer'd  unto  thee 

I  know  thou  wouldst  disdain  : 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say 
That  tho'  I  now  am  poor, 
/Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more ; 

Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess 
As  beggars  often  do, 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 

If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve. 


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It  would  be -what  I  well  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 

And  if  thou'lt  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  tliee  no  more  ; 
Thou  often  h^st  reilev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I , 

No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy ; 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go  ; 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow, 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be 
Thy  bounties  to  conceal 
From  others,  who  like  me 
Their  wants  and  hunger  feel, 

I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wise, 
Our  thoughts  and  ways  transcend, 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  this  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer. 

Hymn  169. 
Longing  far  heaven, 
O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above  ; 
And  from  the  flowing  fountain 
Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 
From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 

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And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
!My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  gixe  o'er  ; 
And  since  he  has  prov'd  faithftll, 
A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valient  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 
To  conquer  though  I  die, 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 

Pare  well  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  : 

And,  O,  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 

Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray, 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Then  when  the  combat's  ended 
He'll  cany  you  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discouraged 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 

And  if  you  want  more  knowledge, 
He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 
Though  oftener  you  request  ; 
He'il  give  you  grace  to  conquer 
And  take  you  home  to  rest. 
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Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 
From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransomed  dust  revived. 
Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansion 
Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

7  Our  eyes  shall  then  with  rapture 
The  Saviour's  face  behold  ; 
Ouf  feet  no  more  diverted, 
Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold  ; 
Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 
The  hosts  celestial  sing  ; 
Our  tongues  shall  chaunt  the  glories 
Of  our  immortal  king. 

Hymn  170. 

Saul's  Armour. 
WHEN  first  my  soul  enlisted, 
My  Saviour's  foes  to  fight ; 
Mistaken  foes  insisted, 

1  was  not  armed  aright ; 
So  Saul  declar'd  to  David 
He  certainly  would  fail ; 
Nor  could  his  life  be  saved 
Without  a  coat  of  mail. 

2  But  David,  though  he  yielded 
To  put  the  armour  on, 

Soon  found  he  could  not  wield  it, 
And  ventur'd  forth  with  none : 
With  only  sling  and  pebble, 
He  fought  the  fight  of  faith  ; 
The  weapon  seem'd  but  feeble, 
But  prov'd  Goliah's  death. 

3  Had  I  by  hiui  been  guided, 
And  quickly  thrown  away 


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The  armour  men  provided, 
I  might  have  gain'd  the  day  ; 
But  arm'd  as  they  advis'd  me, 
My  expectations  failed  ; 
My  enemy  surprised  me, 
And  had  almost  prevail'd. 

4  Furnisli'd  with  books  and  notions^. 
And  arguments  and  pride  ; 

I  practis'd  air  my  motions, 
And  satan's  power  defy'd  ; 
But  soon  perceiv'd  with  trouble 
That  these  would  do  no  good  ; 
Iron  to  them  is  stubble, 
And  brass  but  rotten  wood. 

5  I  triumph'd  at  a  distance 
While  he  was  out  of  sight  ; 
But  faint  was  my  resistance 
When  forc'd  to  join  in  fight  : 
He  broke  my  sword  in  shivers, 
And  pierc'd  my  boasted  shield, 
Laugh'd  at  my  vain  endeavours,. 
And  drove  me  from  the  field. 

6  Satan  will  not  be  braved 
By  such  a  worm  as  f  ; 

Then  let  me  learn  with  David, 
To  trust  in  the  Most  High  ; 
To  plead  the  name  of  Jesus, 
And  use  the  sling  of  prayer  ; 
Thus  arm'd,  when  satan  sees  us 
He'll  tremble  and  despair. 

Hymn  171. 

Finding  Christ  the  Rock. 
WE'VE  found  the  rock,  the  travellers 
The  stone  that  all  the  prophets  tri'd  ;  (ci  iVf1 
Come  children  drink  the  balmy  dew, 


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TTwas  Christ  that  shed  his  blood  for  you* 

2  Tins  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul, 
Which  sin  and  guilt  has  made  so  foul  ; 
O  sinners,  now  believe  in  God, 

And  wash  in  Christ's  most  precious  bloods 

3  O  liarken,  children,  Christ  is  come, 
The  bride  is  ready,  let  us  —  run  ; 
I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  this  day, 

That  we  might  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

4  There's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
Come  mourners  feel  the  current  roll  : 
Welcome,dear  friend s,this  heavenly  night 
Which  shines  around  with  dazzling*  light. 

5  And  in  this  light  we'll  soar  away, 
Where  there's  no  night,  but  endless  day  ;, 
O  children,  children  !  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  this  world  below  but  dross. 

6  We'll  bear  the  cross,  &  wear  the  crown.,. 
And  by  our  father's  side  sit  down  : 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

7  His  firy  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  day  ; 
There  glittering  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  the  Prince  of  David's  line- 

Hymn   172. 
Meat  and  Drink  indeed. 

TO  day  Immanuel  feeds  his  sheep, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood  ; 
.To  day  Jehovah  keeps  a  feast, 

For  all  the  sons  of  God. 

2  The  bread  of  God  is  freely .giv.-'fai 


The  food  of  saints  above  ; 
That  living  bread  sent  down  from  heav'n, 
The  fruit  of  pard'ning  love. 

3  Lo!  Christ,  our  shepherd,  gave  his 
To  answer  all  our  need  ;  [life:. 

His-body  cr'.icify'd  is  meat, 
His  blowd  is  drink  indeed. 

4  Ye  hungry,  thirsty  souls  draw  near, 
And  living  bread  receive  ; 

Taste  the  provision  of  your.  God, 
And  freely  eat  and  live. 
— ... 

Hymn  1/3. 

Christ  the  all  sufficient  Saviour. 

1  AM  that  I  am, 

Saith  Christ  thedear  Lamb, (rous name? 
What  think  ye,Q  sinners,of  this  wond'- 

2  If  now  you  enquire 

With  earnest  desire*,  (fire— 

And  say  O  to  know  him  our  hearts  are  on 

3  My  master  replies, 

I  am  will  suffice  (flies. 

Thy  wants,  O  poor  sinner,  who  unto  him 

4  I  am  to  the  blind 

The  light  of  their  mind  ;       [shall  find. 
And  feet  tothe  cripple,  and  strength  they 

5  If  sin  is  thy  grief, 

I  a  in  thy  relief;  (chief. 

A  Saviour  I  am — to  poor  sinners  the 

Cj  O  sinners,  give  ear, 
What  fulness  is  here  ?  [dear. 

O  !  who  would  not  come  to&  Saviour  so 
7  He  saw  from  his  throne, 
Foot:  tinners  undone  5 


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And  their  lives  to  ransom,  he  gave  up  his 

8  He  came  from  above,  [own. 
The  curse  to  remove  ;                   [love  ; 

And  yet  shall  we  slight  such  unspeakable 

9  If  we  like  the  Jews, 

His  kindness  refuse,  [chuse.. 

'Tis  plain  that  destruction  We  wilfully 

10  But  O  ye  oppress'd, 

Whom  sin  hath  distress'd,     (have  rest. 
Come,  come  unto  Jesus,  and  you  shall 

11  Methinks  one  doth  cry^ 

Such  a  sinner  am  I,  [niglu 

I  dare  not,  I   dare  not  to  Jesus  draw 

12  Christ  answers  again, 

Thy  doubting  refrain  ;  [stain* 

Come,  come  unto  me,  and  I II  purge  every 

13  Whate'er  is  thy  case, 

Come  now  and  embrace     [have  peace* 
My  purchas'd  salvation,  and  thou  shalt 

Hymn  174. 

Temptation, 
YE  tempted  souls  reflect 
Whose  name  'tis  you  profess  °. 
Your  master's  lot  your  must  expect^. 
Temptations  more  or  less. 

2  Dream  not  of  £aith  so  clear, 
As  shuts  all  doubtings  out  : 

Hemember  how  the  D.ev'I could  dare 
To  tempt  ev'n  Christ  to  doubt. 

3  "Ifthou'rtthesonof  God, 
(O,  what  an  if  was  there  !) 

"These  stones  here,  speak  them  into  fooc^ 
"  And  make  that  Sonship  clear." 

4  View  that  amazing  scene  I 


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Say,  could  the  tempter  try 
To  shake  a  tree  so  sound,  so  green  ? 
Good  God,  defend  the  dry. 

5  Think  not  he  now  will  fail 
To  make  us  shrink  and  droop, 

Our  faith  he  daily  will  assail  ; 
And  dash  our  very  hope. 

6  That  impious  if  he  thus 
At  God  incarnate  threw, 

No  wonder  if  he  east  at  us, 
And  make  us  feel  it  too. 

7  To  cause  despair's  the  scope 
Of  satan  and  his  pow'rs, 

Against  hope  to  believe  in  hope, 
My  brethren,  must  be  ours. 

8  Buts,  ifs  and  hows  are  hurl'd 
To  sink  us  with  the  gloom 

Of -all  that's  dismal  in  this  world,. 

Or  in  the  world  to  come. 

J)  But  here's  our  point  of  rest, 

Tho'  hard  the  battle  seem, 
Our  Captain  stood  the  hry  test, 

And  we  shall  stand  through  him, 

Hymn   175. 
The  Nature  and  Ends  of  the  Christian^ 
Trials. 
'TIS  my  happiness  below, 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  puw'r  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 
2  Trials  must  raid  will  befal, 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see,. 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all,. 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 
a  God  in  trials  sows  the  seed: 


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Of  afflictions,  pain  and  totf  ; 

These  spring. up  and  choak  the  weed* 

Which  would  else  o4ei spread  the  soiL 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet  j 
Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r  ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there* 

5  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chastisements  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear, 

1  might  prove  a  castaway. 

6  Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 
Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight  ; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God 
Must  not,  would  not  if  he  might* 

Hymn  17&* 
The  Backslider  Returning. 

0  WHAT  a  cruel  wretch  am  1, 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so  ! 

And  now  without  his  smiles  I  lie9 
And  know  not  where  to  go. 

2  Once  I  anjoy'd  his  smiling  face  ; 
But  did  not  think  so  soon* 

1  should  go  mourning  in  disgrace. 
And  all  my  comforts  gone. 

3  Not  all  the  glories  of  the  earthr 
Can  do  me  any  good  ; 

My  soul  abhors  all  carnal  mirth, 
And  groans  to  find  my  God. 

4  O  should  I  see  his  face  again, 
I'd  tell  him  aH  my  woe  ; 

Confess  how  guilty  I  have  been 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so. 

5  Then  will  I  clasp  him  in  my  arm% 


And  he  shall  have  my  heart ; 
And  earth  with  all  her  treacherous  charms 
Forever  shall  depart. 

Hymn  177. 

Christ's  invitation  to  his  spouse. 

ARISE  my  dear  love, 

My  undefilM  dove, 
I  hear  my  dear  Jesus  to  say; 

The  winter  is  past, 

The  spring's  come  at  last, 
My  love  my  dove  come  away. 

2  The  earth  that  is  green, 
Is  fair  to  be  seen, 

The  little  birds  chirping  do  say, 

That  they  do  rejoice, 

In  each  other's  voice, 
My  love,  my  dove  coine  away. 

3  All  smiling  in  love 
The  young  turtledove, 

The  flowers  appearing  in  May  ; 

All  speak  forth  the  praise 

Of  the  Ancient  of  days, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

4  Come  away  from  the  world's  cares,. 
Those  troublesome  snares, 

That  follow  you  night  and  by  day  — 

That  you  may  be  free 

From  the  troubles  that  be, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

5  Come  away  from  all  fear, 
That  troubles  you  here, 

Come  into  my  arms  he  doth  say  ; 
That  you  may  be  clear 
From  the  troubles  you  fear  ; 


My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

6  Come  away  from  all  pride, 
From  that  raging  tide 

That  makes  you  fall  out  by  the  way  ;     . 

Come  learn  to  be  meek 

And  your  Jesus  to  seek, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

7  As  to  you  that  are  old, 

And  whose  hearts  are  grown  cold, 
Your  Jesus  enviling  doth  say  ; 

That  he's  heard  your  cries 

In  the  North  countries, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away, 

8  As  to  you  that  are  young, 
Your  hearts  they  are  strong, 

Your  Jesus  invites  you  away  ; 

From  Antichrist's  charms 

To  your  Jesus'  kind  arms, 
My  love,  ray  dove  come  away. 

9  And  as  to  the  youth 
That  have  known  the  truth, 

"Whose  hearts  they  have  led  you  estray  ; 
Come  hear  to  his  voice 
And  your  hearts  shall  rejoice, 

My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

10  My  dear  children  all, 
Come  hear  to  my  call, 

Behold  I  stand  knocking  and  say  — » 

My  head's  wet  with  dew, 

My  children,  for  you, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

11  My  fatlings  are  kM'd, 
Mytableisfill'd, 

My  maid  ens  attending  doth  say  s*    - 
There's  wine  oa  tire  lees 


J  8© 

As  much  as  you  please, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away* 

12  Come  travel  the  road 

That  leads  you  to  God, 
For  it  is  a  bright  shining  way  ; 

Come  run  up  and  down, 

My  errands  upon, 
My  love,  my  dove  come  away. 

Hymn  178. 
Oh  that  I  were  as  hi  months  past 

SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 

Apply'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tunM  my  tongue  ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 
The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 

I  liv'd  upon  the  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  leaned  upon  his  ?.rm. 

4  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  calM  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke, 
Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 

But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  his  prey  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  without  delay. 


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Hymn  179. 

A  brief  description  of  the  children  of 

God  in  a  Diahuge. 

WHAT  poor  despised  company 

Of  travel! e is  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder ii arrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

2  All,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 
Ait  children  of  a  king  : 

Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  Io,  for  joy  they  sing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean  : 
And  why  so  much  despis'd  ? 

Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 
The  world  is  not  apprisYL 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressYh, 
And  lacking  daily  bread  ? 

Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrov/  road, 
That  rugged  thorny  maze  r 

Why,  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  patli9 
That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 

Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What  is  there  then  no  other  road 
To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 

Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
None  other  can  be  found. 


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Hymn  180. 

Backslider, 
WHAT  a  sinner,  Lord,  I  be  ! 
Full  of  sin  and  vanity  ; 
How  I've  sinn'd,  alas,  unaw'd  ; 
Wandering  far  away  from  God. 

2  I  have  sinn'd  at  every  step, 
Sin  lias  dy'd  the  orimson  deep  ; 
Sin  has  stain'd  my  every  deed  ; 
I'm  a  sinner,  Lord  indeed. 

3  Sin  has  long  my  work  delay*d  ; 
Sin  my  soul  a  slave  has  made  ; 
Sin  my  confidence  has  broke  ; 
Sin  has  giv'n  a  dreadful  stroke. 

4  O,  that  sin  I  could  forsake, 
Break  the  power  of  sin,  O  break  ! 
God  alone  can  help  bestow, 
And  to  God  I'll  trembling  go. 

Hymn  181. 

Judgment, 
THE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
The  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
5Twas  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decreed  in  God's  eternity. 

2  But  O,  my  soul,  reflect  and  wonder! 
That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  shall  see  that  great  transaction. 
When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

3  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazement, 
To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
Arise  ye  dead  and  come  to  judgment, 
Ye  nations  of  this  world  around.  •> 

4  Loud  thunders  rumbling  thro'  the  con- 
Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies[cave, 


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The  hea'vns  a  sinking,  the  earth  a  quafc> 
The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes.(ing, 

5  The  orbit  lamps  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
No  more  their  shining  circuits  run  ; 
The  wheel  of  time  stopt  in  a  moment : 
Eternal  things  are  now  began. 

6  Huge  massy  irocis  &  tow'ring  mountains 
Over  their  tumbling  basis  roar  ; 

The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 

Is  hov'ring  round  hsr  frighted  sliore.[bIe, 

7  Green  turfy  grave-yard  s  &  tombs  of  mar- 
Give  up  their  dead,  both  small,  and  great  ; 
See  the  whole  world  both  saints  and  sin- 
Are  coming  to  the  Judgment  seat,     (ners, 

8  See  Jesus  on  the  throne  of  justice, 
Come  thund'ring  down  the  parted  skies  ; 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 
With  Alielujahs,  shouts  for  joy. 

9  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awfulpre- 
Hisface  ten  thousand  suns  6utshine;[sence 
Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory., 
To  meet  him  all  his  saints  combine. 

10  Go  forth  ye  heralds  with  speed  like  light- 
Call  in  the  saints  from  distant  lands,[uing, 
Those  that  my  blood  from  hell  hath  ran- 

somM, 
Whose  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  stand, 

1 1  O  come  ye  blessed  of  my  father, 
The  purchase  of  my  dying  love  I 
Receive  the  crowns  of  life  ancj  glory 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 

12  For  you  dear  souls  which  have  contin- 
With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore,  [u/d 
I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom. 

To  reign  with  »e  forever  more* 


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13  There's  (Towing  fountains  of  living  tra*- 
No  sickness,  pain,  nor  death  to  fear  ;  (ter, 
No  sorrow,  sighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping 
Shall  ever  have  admittance  here. 

14  But  how  will  sinners  stand  &  tremble*. 
When  Justice  calls  them  to  the  bar  ; 
Those  that  reject  his  offer'd  mercy, 
Their  everlasting  doom  to  hear. 

15  See  Justice  now  with  indignation,. 
Calling  aloud  for  sinners'  blood  ; 
Those  that  have  slighted  offer'd  mercy, 
Andcrucify'd  the  Son  of  God. 

16  Depart  from  me  ye  cursed' sinners  ! 
My  face  you  never  more  shall  see  ; 

Be  banish'd  from  my  peaceful  presence, 
To  endless  woe  and  misery. 

17  Each  guilty  soul  then  struck  with  hor- 
And  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breasts,[ror 
Forever  doomed  to  endless  sorrow, 

And  never  more  to  hope  for  rest. 

18  Cume  sinners  here's  a  faithful  warning, 
Return  to  Jesus  while  you  mayr 

For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  you,. 
Or  else  yon  must  depart  away. 

Hymn  182. 
OH  !  why  this  long  and  ling'ring  pain, 
Why  do  I  seek  repose  in  vain  ? 

In  vain  I  close  my  eyes, 
In  vain  I  court  the  balmy  sleep, 
Restless  and  pale  I  lie  arid  weep, 

While  gentle  slumber  flies. 

2  These  tedious  days  of  grief  and  pain. 
These  months  of  woe  and  no  relief  5 
Ohr  when, will  they  begone  I 


AGS 
When  mil  my  tears  and  sighings  cease  ? 
When  shall  I  greet  the  smiling  face  ? 
And  when  will  pleasure  dawn  r 

3  In  vain  the  sun  with  pleasant  rays  ; 
Looks  down    from   heaven  to  cheer  the 

To  me  in  vain  he  smiles,  [  day?  ; 

Darkness  and  SoAibf  my  peace  controul, 
A  dreary  gloom  o'er  clouds  my  soul, 

And  every  pleasure  spoils. 
4>  Alas  !  the  choicest  balm  no  more 
Can  this  my  wasting- flesh  restore  5 

I  must  resign  my  breath, 
No  more  the  healing  art  can  give  f 
This  dying  frame  a  power  to  live  : 

Nor  stay  the  hand  of  death. 

5  Farewell,  my  friends,  a  long  adieu  j 
To  earth,  to  friendship,  and  to  you  ; 

Ah,  cruel  fate  of  mine, 
Must  I  be  snatcht  from  all  that's  dear? 
From  each  and  every  comfort  here  ?       f 

Yes,  I  must  all  resign. 

6  But  why  should  1  a  wretch  complain  ! 
And  charge  my  God  with  counsel  vain  ? 

And  dare  1  thus  repine  ? 
Afiaid  to  die,  too  vile  to  live, 
My  God  a  trembling  wretch  forgive, 

A  nd  let  thy  mercy  shine. 

7  Oh,  for  some  cheering  voice  from  hea- 
Dear  soul  thy  sins  are  all  forgiven  j     [ven, 

Thy  crimes  are  wash'd  away  ; 
Then  would  I  close  in  peace  my  eyes, 
And  soar  to  some  superior  skies, 

Where  shines  eternal  day, 

8  But  can  so  vile  a  sinner  find, 

10* 


1*4 

A  Saviour  holy,  just  and  kind  ? 

And  can  I  trust  his  grace  ? 
Yes,  my  Redeemer  lives,  he  lives, 
Joy  to  my  soul  my  hope  revives, 

I  see  his  smiling-  face. 

9  Clear  as  the  sun  in  sky  serene, 
The  parting  clouds  he  looks  between, 

And  bids  my  fears  remove  ; 
With  pleasure  now  I  trust  his  grace, 
And  long  to  end  my  mortal  race, 

And  taste  his  precious  love. 

10  No  more  shall  death  my  soul  surprise^ 
My  steadfast  faith  in  God  relies, 

And  all  is  peace  of  mind  ; 
I  see  no  more  in  things  below, 
To  tempt  my  stay,  with  joy  I  go 

And  leave  them  all  behind. 

11  Farewell,  my  friends,  a  long  adieu  5 
I  leave  the  joys  of  earth  and  you 

To  gain  that  rest  above  ; 
Where  warbling  notes  do  loud  proclaim, 
The  Great  Redeemers  glorious  name, 

And  sound  his  praise  aloud. 

12  Farewell,  my  friends  and  kindred  dear*. 
If  ought  on  earth  could  keep  me  here, 

'Twould  be  my  love  for  you  ; 
But  Jesus  calls  my  soul  away, 
Jesus  forbids  a  longer  stay, 

My  dearest  friends  adieu.. 

Hymn  183. 
God  blessed  for  d!l  things. 
BLESSED  be  God  for  all 
For  all  things  here  below  ; 
Tor  pain,  for  grief,  and  joy,  and  thrall* 
To  my  advantage  grow. 


187 

2  Blessed  be  God  for  shame, 
For  slander  and  disgrace, 

Welcome  reproach,  for  Jesus'  name* 
Like  flint,  Lord  set  my  face. 

3  Blessed  be  God  for  loss, 
For  loss  of  earthly  things ; 

For  ev'ry  scourge  and  ev'ry  cross,. 
Me  nearer  Jesus  brings. 

4  Blessed  be  God  for  want, 
For  want  of  health  and  food ; 

I  live  by  faith  and  scorn  to  faint, 
For  all  things  work,  for  good, 

5  Blessed  be  God  for  pain, 
Which  tears  my  flesh  like  thorns  ^ 

It  crucifies  my  carnal  mind, 
To  God  my  soul  returns. 

6  Blessed  be  God  for  doubts, 
Which  he  hath  overcome  j 

3Iy  soul  in  full  assurance  shouts. 
Of  being  soon  at  home. 

7  Blessed  be  God  for  fears 
Of  sin  and  death  and  hell ; 

When  Christ  who  is  my  life  appears^ 
In  glory  L  shall  dwell. 

g  Blessed  be  God  for  friends, 

Blessed  be  God  for  foes  ; 
Blessed  be  God  whose  gracious  ends, 

No  finite  creature  knows. 

9  Blessed  be  God  for  life, 

Blessed  be  God  for  deatby 
Blessed  be  God  for  joy  and  grief  > 

I  welcome  alLtliro'  faith.. 


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Hymn  184. 

To  all  Saints,  who  put  their  trust  in  the 

Lord  Jesus  Christ. 
MY  brethren  all  remember  well, 

That  your  sweet  Jesus  is  your  all  ; 
Of  grace  and  truth,  how  full  he  is, 
For  those  who  feel  their  emptiness. 

2  Christ  is  your  wisdom,  right'ousness, 
Your  strength,  your  holiness  and  peace, 

Your  head,  your  hope,  your  joy  also, 
Yeur  all  to  God,  your  all  to  you. 

3  His  fulness  yours,  what  can  yon  need  ; 

Nothing  but  faith  thereon  to  feed  ? 
And  faith  to  you  himself  will  give, 
Rely  on  him,  and  to  him  live. 

4  Then  O  !  he  free  with  this  your  friend, 
His  fulness  you  can  never  spend  ; 

On  him  your  wants  forever  roll,         > 
And  he  will  satiate  your  soul. 

5  The  more  by  faith  on  Christ  we  live, 
The  more  to  him  you  glory  give  ; 

The  more  with  Christ  your  soul  is  free, 
The  more  to  him  you'll  welcome  be. 

6  Such  is  his  fulness,  grace  and  love, 
Hecll  joy  that  you  his  fulness  prove  j 

So  shall  your  joy  in  him  befcfull, 
Who  is  your  everlasting  all. 

Hymn  185. 

The  Slow  Traveller. 
OH  !  happy  soul  how  fast  you  go, 
And  leave  me  here  behind  ; 
Don't  stop  for  me,  for  now  I  see, 
The  Lord  is  just  and  kind. 
2  Go  on,  go  on,  my  soul  3ays  go, 


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And  1*11  come  after  you  ; 
Though  X*m  behind,  the  way  Ml  find, 
And  sing  hosannah  too. 

3  God  give  you  strength  that  you  may  rmg 
And  keep  your  footsteps  right ; 

Tho*  fast  you  go,  and  I  so  slow, 
You  are  not  out  of  sight. 

4<  When  you  get  to  those  worlds  above* 

And  all  their  glories  see  ; 
When  you  get  home,  your  work  is  done> 

Then  look  you  out  for  mc. 

5  For  I  will  come  fast  as  I  can, 
Along  the  way  1*11  steer  ; 

Lord  give  me  strength,  I  shall  at  !engt!ir 
Be  one  among  you  there. 

6  There  altogether  we  shall  be, 
Together  we  shall  sing  ; 

Together  we  shall  praise  our  Godr 
And  everlasting  king. 

Hymn  186. 
Guilt  and  distress,  inseparable  companions* 
SIN  is  the  fatal  cause  of  woe, 
The  spring  from  whence  our  troubles  fl©\?y 

Yet  when  we  take  a  view 
Of  those  who  sin  in  every  breath, 
Yet  feel  no  checks  in  life  and  death, 

We  scarce  believe  it  true. 

2  Thousands  around  seem  highly  blessM 
Who  treat  religion  as  a  jest, 

A  fable  or  a  song  ; 
Down  life's  impet'ous  stream  they  glide3 
Favor'd  with  canvass,  wind  and  tide, 

And  smoothly  float  along. 

$  By  pleasures  fio^Vy  bank  they  steer. 


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Ns  troubles  feel,  nor  can  they  fear, 

But  laugh,  and  sing,  and  play  ; 
Till  deep  they  plunge  in  endless  night, 
Without  one  drop  of  sweet  delight, 
Or  glimpse  of  op'ning  day. 

4  O  sad  exchange  !  O  wretched  state  ! 
Now  they  can  feel  (when  'tis  too  late) 

What  they  have  heard  in  vain  ; 
Despair  and  anguish  dwell  within, 
The  bitter,  bitter,  fruits  of  sin, 

And  make  themroar  with  pain  ! 

5  Their  groans  emphatic,  loud  complain, 
'Twas  guilt  that  caus'd  their  grief  &shaaie» 

And  freely  they  confess, 
The  bitter  pill  was  candy'd  o'er, 
'Twas  all  indulgence  just  before, 

But  now  'tis  all  distress. 

6  More  they  woidd  own — but  I  forbear, 
And  quit  those  regions  of  despair : 

And  now  would  ask  the  saints, 
"If  guilt  be  harmless,  tell  me  why 
"Those  trickling  tears,  thst  heaving  sigh, 

"And  whence  those  sad  complaints  V*  *t 

7  When  sin,  that  viper  you  caress, 
Striking  remorse  and  keen  distress, 

Speedily  makes  you  smart ; 
'Tis  that  which  hides  the  Saviour's  face, 
Incurs  his  frowns,  suspends  his  grace, 
/     And  wounds  you  to  the  heart. 

8  Then  griefs  like  mighty  torrents  roll, 
Till  the  poor  agonizing  soul, 

Lies  bleeding  on  the  rack  ; 
The  round  of  duty's  trodden  still, 
But  'tis  like  laboring  up  a  hill, 

With  aiouutaing  on  the  back* 


191 

9  One  guilty  scene  such  anguish  brings, 
Clogs  the  poor  soul,  and  clips  its  wings, 

And  drags  it  from  the  skies  ; 
•Till  Jesus  dress'd  in  love  appears, 
Forgives  the  guilt  and  wipes  the  tears 

From  the  beclouded  eyes. 

10  O  christians!  never  more  to  meet, 
In  pleasures  sinful,  tasting  sweet, 

But  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 
Stings  from  forbidden  pleasures  grow, 
At  least  ray  soul  hath  found  it  so, 

And  owns  the  assertion  true. 

1 1  Restraining  grace  dear  Jesus  grant, 
UTake  me  like  nature's  noblest  plant  ; 

And  may  my  fear  be  such, 
That  when  temptations  lie  in  wait, 

1  may  disdain  the  gilded  bait, 
And  shrinking  shun  the  touch. 

Hymn  187. 
Longing  after  Christ, 
COMPANIONS  of  thy  little  flock, 

Dear  Lord  we  fain  would  be  ; 
Our  helpless  hearts  to  thee  look  up, 
To  thee  our  shepherd  flee. 

2  O  might  we  lean  upon  thy  breast 
Which  love  and  pity  fill, 

And  now  become  these  lambs  carest,'     - 
That  in  thy  bosom  dwell. . 

3  How  sweet  that  voice,  how  sweet  that 
Which  leads  to  pastures  fair  [hand, 

Shews  Cana'n's  milk  snd  honey  land, 
Lot  of  thy  flock  so  dear. 

4  Rich  grace,free  grace  most  sweetly  calls, 
Directly  come  who  will, 


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Just  as  you  are,  for  Christ  receives 

Poor  helpless  sinners  still. 
S  Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  souls 5 

Grace  keeps  us  only  pure  ; 
And  O  !  that  nothing  else  but  grace 

May  rule  fore\  erinore. 
6  As  one  in  heart  let's  all  rejoice, 

The  sinner's  friend  to  praise  ; 
The  shepherd  di'd  ;  O  !  'tis  his  voice, 

He'll  us  to  glory  raise. 

Hymn   183. 
The  Toulfrs  Resolution. 

"WHILE  I  am  blest  with  youthful  bloom*, 
E  will  adore  the  sacred  Lamb, 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me  ; 
2f  God  inspires  my  heart  with  grace, 
And  lets  me  see  his  shining  face, 

A  pilgrim  I  will  be. 

2  I'll  leave  this  world  with  all  its  toys. 
And  seel:  those  far  superior  joys, 

That  doth  in  Jesus  dwell ; 
If  Jesus  be  my  God  and  lung, 
Immortal  triumphs  I  will  sing, 

Cer  all  the  powers  of  hell. 

3  A  frowning  world  I  will  defy, 
And  all  those*  flatt'ring  charms  deny, 

If  Jesus  stands  my  friend  ; 
Not  long  I  have  this  storm  to  stand, 
■Of  this  ensnaring  barren  land  j 

My  conilict  seen  will  end. 

4  Jesus  my  friend,  ray  cause  will  plead. 
Conduct  my  steps,  supply  my  needs, 

And  never  let  me  faJi ; 
Jesus  will  aH  my  foes  destroy— 


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Wi?l  be  my  life,  my  strength,  ray  joy  $ 

Jesus  is  all  in  all. 
5  With  joy  I'll  spend  my  fleeting  days, 
To  sound  abroad  his  heav'nly  praise, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love  ; 
And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  stage, 

shall  in  sacred  strains  engage, 

Among  the  saints  above. 

6.  Where  I  shall  with  my  Jesus  dwell, 
In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

On  that  immortal  shore  ; 
Jesus  my  love  shall  be  my  joy, 
Mis  praises  be  my  sweet  employ, 

And  part  from  him  no  more. 

Hymn  189. 
The  name  of  Jesus. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear ; 
It  smooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build > 
My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 

My  never-failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 
Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 

Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus  !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

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My'propliet,  priest  and  khtg  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought  ; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

7  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

'Hymn  190. 
To  sing  going  to  the  water  to  Baptism, 

MINE  ears  delighted  with  the  sound, 

It  breaks  the  silent  air  ; 
It  rings  melodi'ous  all  around, 

It  cords,  I  hear  no  jar. 

2  How  beautiful  the  saints  appear, 
They're  to  the  water  bountt ; 

This  is  the  voice  that  I  do  hear, 
With  songs  the  joys  are  crown'd. 

3  In  ord'Jy  ranks  they  slowly  move, 
And  praise  their  mighty  king; 

All  solemn  faces  full  of  love, 
Adoring  while  they  sing. 

4  I  see  the  heav'n  born  candidate, 
With  wonder  and  surprise  ; 

Saying  why  me  .Lord,  I've  come  so  late, 
And  tears  roll  from  his  eyes. 

5  But  still  he  fills  a  humble  place, 
Amidst  those  solemn  ranks  ; 

They  walk  down  to  the  waterside, 
And  hail  tweet  Jordan's  banks. 


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•  %  The  watchman  prays  a  charming  sound, 

Then  lakes  him  by  the  hand  ; 
Bright  Seraphs  hover  all  around, 
And  by  God's  children  stand. 

1  The}7  both  step  softly  in  the  stream, 
The  waters  rolling  by  ; 

Then  under  water  plunges  him  ; — 
He  cries  my  friends  come  nigh  : 

S  I'll  tell  you  what  my  Christ  hath  done, 
He  sav'd  my  soul  fiom  death  ; 

Then  from  the  waters  streight  he  comes, 
With  praise  in  ev'ry  breath. 

Hymn  191. 
The  Blunderer, 
BLUND'RING  through  this  life  I  go, 
Bound  to  heaven,  or  endless  woe  ; 
Blunders  all  my  life  do  fill, 

0  how  blund'ring  I  do  feel. 

2  Blund'ring  on  in  youthful  days, 

1  pursu'd  my  blund'ring  ways ; 
"Who  the  wonder  e'er  can  tell 
That  I  blunder'd  not  in  hell  ? 

3  Jesus  cry'd  aloud  to  me, 
Blund'rer  stop,  thy  blunders  see  : 
O  what  light  around  me  shone  ! 
Making  all  my  blunders  known. 

4  When  to  follow  Christ  I'm  fix'd, 
Horrid  blunders  have  perplex'd  ! 
Never  I  to  heaven  do  pray 

But  in  a  poor  blund'ring  way. 

5  If  for  God  I  ever  speak, 
Most  of  blunders  I  partake, 
Jesus'  praise  can  ne'er  declare. 
But  my  blunder*  still  are  near* 


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6  When  the  gaspel  I  would  heary 
Dreadful  blundering  is  ray  ear ; 
When  the  word  of  life  I'd  read, 
Still  my  blunders  drive  ahead, 

7  What  a  life  I  do  pursue  ! 
Scarce  my  blunders  dare  review, 
How  the  scene  is  blunder'd  up, 
Blund'ring  on  from  step  to  step  I 

3  O  what  pleasure  and  delight, 

When  but  once  I  blunder  right  I 

If  salvation  e'er  is  given, 

I  shall  blunder  till  in  heaven. 

g  Then  my  blunders  all  shall  end, 

Shouting  praise  to  Christ  my  friend, 

Whose  kind  hand  sustained  me  e'er, 

While  I  was  a  blund'ring  here. 

Hymn   192. 
Praising  Christ, 
AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 

2  Sing  to  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r  ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  till  we  hear  Christ  say, 
Your  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
Till  we  meet  all  in  heavvn» 


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Hymn  193. 
THO*  troubles  assail  and  dangers  aiiright, 
Tho*  friends  should  all  fail  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us  the  Lord  will  provide. 
t  The  birds  without  barn  or  store-house  are  fed, 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  in  our  head  ; 
His  saints,  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  it's  written  the  Lord  will  provide. 
S  We  all  may,  like  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  shall  not  be  lost, 
Tho*  satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Vet  scripture  engages  the  Lord  will  provide* 

4  His  call  we'll  obey,  like  Abra'am  of  old, 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  $ 
For  tho'  we  are  strangers  we  have  a  sure  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lerd  will  provide. 

5  When  satan  appears  to  stop  up  the  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we'll  triumph  by  faith, 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
This  heart  cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  provide, 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain; 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain  ; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  try'd, 
This  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will  provide,  - 

7  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  own  name, 

In  this  our  strong  tower,  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  cur  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  sinks  apace  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  qpmfort  us  thro'  ; 
Nor  fearing,  nor  doubting  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

Hymn  194.* 
THE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, 
17* 


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The  angels  call  with  their  sharp  sickles  appear 
To  reap  down  the  wheat  and  gather  it  in  barns, 
While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left  for  to  burn. 

2  Come  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  thing's  in  nature  shall  cease  and  decay  ; 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  angels  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and  the  tare* 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry  ascend  to  the  sky, 

Of  those  in  distress  and  have  no  where  to  fly  ; 
They'll  call  for  the  rocks  and  mountains  to  fall, 
On  their  naked  souls  for  to  hide  them  with  all. 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will  flee, 
The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones  and  shall  no  more  be 
The  earth  it  shall  quake  ;  the  seas  shall  retire, 
And  the  solid  world  then  shall  be  all  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  judge  in  that  dread  alarm, 
Saying  gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to  my  arms 
That  the  seven  last  plagues  may  be  pour'd  out  on  those, 
Who  have  blasphem'd  my  name,  &  ray  saints  have  op- 

6  Then,  O  wretched  sinner,  look  up  and  espyfpos'd. 
The  glorious  Redeemer  marching  down  the  sky  ; 

In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 

With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  him  down, 

7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  receive, 
No  longer  my  spirit  shall  strive  and  be  griev'd  : 
My  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just, 
Come  hither,  ye  blest,  but  depart  all  ye  curs'd. 

8  O  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  ye  the  Lord, 
I  have  not  been  jesting  'tis  Jesus'  own  word  ; 
That  those  who  believe,  in  glory  shall  stand, 
While  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to  be  damn'd. 

9  Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your  way — 
May  the  Lord  seal  instruction  from  what  I  now  say, 
That  our  souls  to  God's  throne  may  be  poured  out  in 

prayer, 
That  we  may  be  prepar'd  to  meet  Christ  in  the  an. 


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Hymn  19*. 
WITH  hands  uplifted  to  the  skies, 
Stop,  Gabriel  stop,  the  herald  cries  : 
All-conquering  power  forbid  thy  wing, 
Till  heaven-born  souls  begin  to  sing. 

2  Ye  listening  crouds  aloud  rejoice  ; 
Angels  shall  mingle  with  your  joys  ; 
Ye  bands  of  death  and  bars  of  hell, 
All  bursting  let  the  chorus  swell. 

3  Lord,  where's  the  soul  within  these 
That  into  Jesus'  arms  now  falls  ?     (  walls,. 
Shall  angels  round  the  throne  appear, 
And  say  not  one's  converted  here  ? 

4  Stop,  Gabriel  stop,  one  moment  stay, 
Nor  bear  such  dismal  news  away  : 
Some  trembling  sinner  may  believe, 
And  heaven  and  Jesus  now  receive. 

5  Then  ruing  thy  flight  to  worlds  of  love^ 
Fly  Gabriel/*/,  and  tell  above, 

One  sinner  more  begins  to  praise 
Unbounded,  free,  and  sovereign  grace* 

Hymn  196. 
WHAT  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 
That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  Avoe  ? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  his  mind  ? 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiven, 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heaven  ? 

Can  souls,  all  o'er  defil'd  with  sin, 
Maketheir  own  powers  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh  ; 
'Tis  there  that  power  and  glory  dwell 
That  saves  rebellious  souls  from  hell, 


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4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 

5  Let  men  or  angels  dig  the  mines 
Where  nature's  golden  treasure  shines  ; 
Brought  near  the  doctrine  of  the  cross, 
All  nature's  gold  appears  but  dross. 

6  Should  vile  blasphemers  with  disdain, 
Pronounce  the  truths  of  Jesus  vain, 
We'll  meet  the  scandal  and  the  shame, 
And  sing  and  triumph  in  his  name. 

Hymn  197. 

WHEN  Abraham's  servant  to  procure 

A  wife  for  Isaac  went, 
He  met  Rebecka,  told  his  wish, 

The  maiden  gave  consent. 

2  Yet  for  ten  days  they  urg'd  the  mm 
His  journey  to  delay, 

Hinder  me  not — he  quick  reply'd, 
Since  God  hath  crown'd  my  way. 

3  4Twas  thus  I  cry'd,  when  Christ  the 
My  soul  to  him  did  wed*  [Lord, 

Hinder  me  not — nor  friends  nor  foes, 
Since  God  my  way  hath  sped. 

4  Stay,  says  the  world,  and  taste  awhile, 
My  every  pleasant  sweet, 

Hinder  me  not — my  soul  replies, 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

5  Stay,  satan  my  old  master  cries, 
Or  force  shall  thee  detain, 

Hinder  me  not — my  soul  replies, 
My  God  has  broke  thy  chain. 


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t>  In  all  my  Lords  appointed  way," 

My  Journey  I'll  pursue : 
Hinder  me  not — ye  much  lov'd  saints, 

For  I  must  go  with  you. 

7  Thro1  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 

Hinder  me  ?20£,shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

8  Thro'  duty  and  through  trials  too 
111  go  at  his  command, 

Hinder  me  not — for  I  am  bound, 
To  my  Emmanuel's  land. 

9  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home^ 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 

Hinder  me  not — come  welcome  death? 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee* 

Hymn  198. 
Shortness  of  time* 
OFT  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul ; 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  am  I 
Piepar'd  should  I  be  call'd  to  die. 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death  ? 
Soon  as  it  fails  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go  ; 

Must  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4>  But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  say> 
Depart  ye  cursed,  far  away  ; 
With  satan  in  the  lowest  hell, 
Tkou  art  forever  doom'd  to  dwell> 


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$  Lord  Jesus  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  only  rest  in  thee  ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  in  me  live. 

6  Thus  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If sav'd  from  sin  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perphaps  it  next  might  toll  for  me. 

Hymn  199. 
The  Backslider  Returning. 

0  WHAT  a  cruel  wretch  am  1, 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so  ! 

And  now  without  his  smiles  I  lie, 
And  know  not  where  to  go. 

2  Once  I  enjoy'd  his  smiling  face  5 
But  did  not  think  so  soon, 

1  should  go  mourning  in  disgrace 
And  all  my  comforts  gone. 

3  Not  all  the  glories  of  the  earth, 
Can  do  me  any  good  j 

My  soul  abhors  all  carnal  mirth, 
And  groans  to  find  my  God. 

4  O  should  J  see  his  face  again, 
I'd  tell  him  all  my  woe  ; 

Confess  how  guilty  I  have  been 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so. 

5  Then  will  1  clasp  him  in  my  arms, 
And  he  shall  have  my  heart  j 

And  earth  with  all  her  treach'ious  charms 
Forever  shall  depart. 

Hymn  200. 
Marriage  Hymn. 
LORD,  ixmthj  tkvone.  of  flowing  grace; 


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Thy  choicest  blessing*  give  ; 
And  on  thy  servants  cause  thy  face 
To  shine,  and  they  shall  live. 

,2  Enrich  them  with  thy  hcav'nly  grace," 

Unite  their  hearts  in  love  ; 
May  they  in  all  thy  holy  ways 

To  thee  themselves  approve ; 

3  Let  harmony  and  holy  love, 
And  friendship  ever  run, 

Thro'  all  their  thoughts  and  life  to  prtve, 
Of  twain  they  now  are  one. 

4  Alure  them,  Jesus,    with  thy  charms, 
And  joyfully  they'll  flee, 

By  faith  and  love  into  thine  arms, 
And  thus  be  one  in  thee. 

5  -rxJorn  their  house,  adorn  their  ways, 
With  fruit  divinely  fair  ; 

So  in  this  world  they'll  shew  thy  praise, 
In  th'  next  thy  glory  share. 

Hymn  201. 
The  Infant  Saviour,  a  Carol* 
O  !  SIGHT  of  anguish,  view  it  near3 
What  weeping  inocence  is  here  ! 

A  manger  for  his  bed, 
The  brutes  yield  refuge  to  his  woe, 
Men  the  worst  brutes,  no  pity  shew, 
Nor  give  him  friendly  aid. 

2  Why  do  no  rapid  thunders  roll  ? 
Why  do  no  tempests  rack  the  pole  I 

O  miracle  of  grace  ; 
Or  why  no  angel  on  the.  wing  ? 
Warm  for  the  honor  of  their  King, 

T'  extirpate  all  the  race. 

3  Did  lie,  that  infant  feath'd  in  tears, 


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Gall  into  fovra  the  rolling  spheres  ? 

Did  seraphs  wait  his  nod  ? 
Helpless  he  calls,  but  man  delays  ; 
The  moral  chaos  disobey  s, 

This  offspring  of  a  God. 

4  Say,  radient  seraphs,  thron'd  in  light. 
Did  love  e'er  tow'r  so  high  a  flight  ' 

Or  glory  sink  so  low  ! 
This  wonder  angels  scarce  declare, 
Angels  the  rapture  scarce  can  bear, 

Or  equal  praise  bestow, 

5  Redemption  'tis  .a  boundless  theme! 
Thou  boundless  mind,  our  hearts  inflame, 

With  ardour  from  above  ; 
Words  are  but  faint,  let  joy  express  j 
Vain  is  meer  joy,  let  actions  bless 

This  prodigy  of  love. 

Hymn  102. 
FARE  WE  L  vain  world,  I  bid  adiecr. 

Your  glories  I  despise  ; 
Your  friendship  I  no  more  pursue, 

Your  flatt'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain, 
Nor  can  you  satisfy  ; 

Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Indies,  East  and  West, 
And  riches  of  the  sea  ; 

Without  my  God  I  could  not  rest, 
For  he  ip  ail  to  me. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above  ; 
By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing, 

To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 


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Hyii.n  203. 
Christ's  Invitation, 
COME  brethren  and  sisters  that  love  my  dear  Lord, 

1  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word  ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy  !  behold  now  I  see, 
Wh?.t  a  tender,  kind  Saviour,  has  done  for  poor  me. 

2  f  was  led  by  the  devil  till  lost  and  distress'd, 

1  tho't  that  in  torments  I  scon  should  be  cast : 
No  peace  to  the  wicked,  but  all  misery, 

Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang:  bleeding  for  me. 

3  Oh  sinner  !  Said  Jesus,  for  you  I  have  dy'd, 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  reply'd  : 
The  guilt  was  removed,  my  soul  did  rejoice. 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  voice. 

4  On  my  low  bending  knees  before  God  I  did  fail, 
And  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he's  all  in  all: 

The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  bursted  in  twain 
To  see  ray  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven  aD(l  peace  upor* 
The  arge's  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth  ;  (  earth, 
Your  sins  are  forgn  en,  my  saviour  did  say, 

Oh  !  witness,  kind  Heaven.,  on  this  my  birth-day. 

6  My  soul  it  was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the  ground, 
The  time  of  refreshing  at  length  I  have  found, 

O  Lord,  thou  hastravish'd  my  soul  with  thy  charms, 
Let  me  die  like  Simeon,  with  Christ  in  my  arms.. 

Hymn  204. 

Free  Grace, 
THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the  mountain^ 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Chiist  hasopen'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  transgression  and  every  pollution, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  plentious  redemption, 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  purchas'd  our  pardon, 
"We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  That  fountain  soclear  in  which  all  may  £nd  pardon* 

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From  Jesus-  side  flows  aplentious  redemption 
Tho'  your  sins  were  increas'd  as  high  as  a   mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  Sec. 

3  O  !  Jesus  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 

O'er  sin,  death  and  hell  thou  wilt  make  us  victorious; 
Thy  name  shall  be  praisVi  in  the  great  congregation 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gainld  the  blest 

shore : 
"With  our  harps  in  our  hands  we'll  praise  him  evermore, 
We'll  range  the  bless4*!  fields  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs  for  ever  and  ever. 
Hllelujah,  &c. 

5  Then  let  lis  march  on,  in  the  strength  of  our  Saviour 
And  never  again  even  doubt  of  his  favour, 

JJut  sav'd  by  his  blood,  may  we  under  his  banner, 
Hejoicing,  all  join  in  shouting  Hosannah  ! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

6  And  thus  by  his  strength,  having  crossed  the  river, 
And  our  white  robes  received  from  Jesus  the  giver, 
"With  our  harps  tun'd  anew,  we'll  join  the  blest  choir 
In  sounding  this  anthem,  still  higher  and  higher. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchas'd  our 
pardon, 
4Welll  praise  him  anew  since  we've  pass'd  over  Jordan. 

Hymn  205. 

The  Supper* 
A  FOUNTAIN  in  Jesus  which  runs  always  free, 
Por  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we  ; 
Our  sins  though  like  crimson,  made  white  as  the  wool 
^No  lack  in  the  fountain,  but  always  is  full. 
fl  All  tilings  are  now  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come, 
The  supper  is  made  b}r  the  Father  and  Son  ; 
llich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may  receive, 


20/ 
A  living  for  ever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The  guests  wbieh  were  bidden,  refused  to  call  j 
.For  they  were  not  read)*  nor  willing  at  all, 

To  be  strip't  of  their  honor,  and  part  with  their  store? 
For  a  feast  that  was  given  and  made  for  the  poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready  and  wish  to  delay, 

My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say  ; 
From  highways  and  hedges,  thehalt  and  the  blind, 
Shall  come  and  be  welcome,  the  Supper  is  mine. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels,  and  rings  of  rich  kind  ; 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  rcfln'd  ; 
■Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King9 
A  plan  of  the  Father,  in  glory  to  sing. 

Hymn  205. 
Precious  Promises, 
HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye.  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ? 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  yon  he  hath  said 
Yon  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ; 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  da}rsmay  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be* 

3  Fear  toot,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  siillgive  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  right'ous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  f  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  evcrflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  b!essr 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress* 

5  When  thro'  frry  trials  thy  path  way  shall  \iey 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shail  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shail  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design, 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Evendown  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 


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My  sovereign,  eternal  unchangeable  love  : 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 
7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 

1  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  the  foes  ; 

That  soul,  tho1  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I\U  never — no  never — no  never  forsake. 

Hymn  207. 
Happy  Canaan. 
COME  all  you  dear  souls  that  are  of  Adam's  line, 
Join  with  mc  and  seek  salvation  ; 
With  hearts  join,  with  friendship  let  us  all  combine, 
And  seek  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 
Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Canaan  ! 

2  We  have  a  little  sister  that's  lately  converted, 
•She  brings  us  good  news  from  Canaan  ; 

IHer  heart  is  filled  with  Jesus,  the  world  she's  deserted, 
And  now  she  lives  shouting  and  praising  : 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 

Oh,  how  I  long  for  Canaan  ! 
'3  Once  I   did  mourn,  but  now  I  will  sing 
And  praise  my  God  and  Saviour, 
Till  in  the  realms  of  my  heavenly  king, 
In  Canaan  I'll  praise  him  for  ever  ; 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 

Oji,  when  shall  1  reach  Canaan  ! 

4  When  the  poor  sinner  stands  at  the  bar, 
Despairing  of  hope  and  of  heaven  ; 

A  trembling  and  shivering  in  doubtful  despair, 
From  God's  awful  presence. driven: 

Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 

Oli,  then  may  I  reach  Canaan  ! 

5  Come  ray  dear  brethren  let  us  travel  on 
Jn  the  path  that  leads  to  Canaan  ; 

-And  when  our  .pilgrimage  journey  it  is  done 


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In  Caiman  we'll  praise  him  for  ever : 
Canaan,  Canaan,  my  happy  home, 
Oh,  how  we1!!  shout  in  Canaan  I 

Hymn  £08. 
Shepherds  of  Jewry* 
AS  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding'  their  sheep3-. 
Promiscuously  seated  esstranged  from  sleep  ; 
An  angel  from  heaven  presenting  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  trembling  few. 

2  Dispel  all  your  sorrows  and  banish  your  fears. 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears  y 
Tho'  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was  found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  in  hallowed  ground. 

3  Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve, 
The  loss  you  sustained  by  the  devil  and  Eve  3 
Then  shepherds  be  tranquil,  this  instant  arise,. 
Go  visit  the  Saviour  and  see  where  he  lies, 

4  A  token  I  leave  you  whereby  you  may  find, 
This  heavenly  stranger,  this  friend  to  mankind  ; 
A  manger  his  cradle,  a  stall  his  abode, 

And  oxen  are  near  him  to  blow  on  your  God. 

5  Then  shepherds  be  humble,  be  meek  and  lie  low^. 
For  Jesus -y our  Saviour's  abundantly  so. 

This  wond'rous  story  scarce  cool'd  on  the  ear, 
When  thousand  of  angels,  in  glory  appear. 

6  Thus  join  in  the  concert  and  thus  was  their  theme,, 
AH  glory  to  Godv  and  good  will  towards  men  ; 
Then  shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voice  in  the  c3ioiiyf 
Ami  catch  a  few  sparks  of  celestial  lire. 

Hosanna  the  angels  in  extacy  cry, 
Hosanna  the  wondering  shepherds  reply  5 
Salvation,  redemption  are  centei'd  in  one,. 
All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  son. 
S  Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to  God3, 
Go  visit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode  :4 


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'To  Bethlehem  city,  the  shej  '6% 

For  full  confirmation  of  what 
9  Tliey  enter' d  the  stable  'with  &S]  iild, 

And  there  they  beheld  both  mother and  ehiJ     , 
Then  make  proclamation,  devulge  it  abroad, 
,That  gentle  and  simple  may  hear  from  the  Lord, 

HymH  209. 
Reasons  of  Triumphs  in  Christy  the  faithful  and  true 

IVitness. 
LET  the  Saints  all  rejoice  and  exult  in  their  King, 
To  Jesus  with  rapture  and  melody  sing  ; 
Lost  sinners  from  bondage  he  died  to  relieve, 
And  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive. 

2  His  blooct's  all  our  boasting,  his  blood  shed  f  r  yon, 
"With  confidence  trust  him,  his  words  are  all  true  ; 
For  he  seal'd  with  his  blood  every  promise  he  gave 
And  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive. 

3  He  promis'd  a  ransom  when  he  left  you  the  cross, 
And  he  with  a  kingdom  rewards  all  your  loss  ; 

To  glory  he  leads  you,  while  to  him  you  cleave, 
And  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive. 

4  When  he  calls  you  afflictions  and  sorrows  to  bear, 
He  seals  jour  afflictions,  lie  wipes  every  tear ; 
Thro'  fire  and  thro7  water  his  saints  he'll  not  leave, 
For  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive. 

3  He's  promis'd  his  grace  that  you  fall  not  away, 
And  to  bring  all  his  saints  to  the  mansions  of  day  ; 
He  lives  now  for  you  who  his  promise  believe, 
And  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive, 
(j  His  wo*ds  are  most  sure,   I  come  quickly  again, 
Let  his  people  with  gladness  respect  their  Amen  ; 
Of  this  glory  you  hope,  for  he  cannot  bereave, 
For  the  faithful,  true  witness  will  never  deceive 


.  INDEX. 


A  SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  liast  me  made 
Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 
Almighty  love  inspire        - 
A wak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 
And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 
And  are  we  rebels  yet  alive         - 
Alas,  alas,  why  is  it  so         -         -         - 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross         - 
Attend  ye  saints  and  hear  me  tell 
Alas,  it  is  a  thorny  road         - 
Arise  and  shine  O  Zion  fair 
Attend  ye  children  of  your  God 
AH  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
Away  my  unbelieving  fear         - 
Alas,  I've  wander'd  such  a  length 
Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays 
Approach  m^  soul  the  mercy  seat         • 
Arise  my  dear  love         - 
Awake  and  sing  the  song        - 
A  fountain  in  Jesus        -        - 
As  shepherds  in  Jewry         - 

BY  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 
By  faith  I  a  conqueror        -         -         - 
Break  thro'  the  clouds        -         - 
By  whom  was  David  taught 
Bless'd  Martha  love  and  joy  express' d 
Behold  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow        •- 
Blessed  be  God  for  all         - 
Blmid'nng  thro', this  life  I  go  - 


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COME  tliou  fount  of  every  blessing        -  3 

Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now        -  4 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy             -         -  6 

Come  all  ye  weary  travellers             -         -         -  8 

Come  and  taste  along  with  me             -         -  10 

Christ  is  set  $n  Zion's  hill             ...  47 

Come  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind             -  62 

Come  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare             -  64 

Come  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord             -         -  82 

Come  ail  ye  pilgrim  travellers             -  86 

Come  now  poor  sinners  share  a  part             -  93 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king             -         -  127 

Condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar             ...  J4g 

Companions  of  thy  little  block             .         -  191 

Come  brethren  and  sisters             ...  205 

Come  all  ye  dear  souls             ...  208 

DEAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below             -  40 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord         -  10f 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  sailer  shame             -  120 


E 


NCOURAGED  by  thy  wcrd         -  -         168 

FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  73 

Father  at  thy  call  I  come             -         -  104 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise             -  112 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  must  be  gone  -         152 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu             -  204 

GRACE, 'tis  a  ohar;r<in- sound         -  -           2& 

Gracious  Spirit,  dove  divine              -  43 

God  knows  his  people,  hears  their  groans  -         50 

Go  on,  ye  pilgiims,  while  below  92 

HEAR,  Lord,  I  pray,  without  delay  -           62 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  Ike  hours  -       80 

How  lost  was my  condition  87 

Hea  \  en  Iy  1 1 10 ' t  s  c  reate  1  1 :  ;•                    -         -  119 

Hail  sovcrign  love  that  first  hegag         -  -         158 

Hew  sweet  the  name  o  f  Jf  3  t  \             -         -  I93 

How  ii:m  a  found  at  ion             •"'-■*-  2Q2T 


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I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears 
I  would,  but  cannot  sing 
I've  listed  in  the  holy  war 
I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms 
I  want  an  heart  to  pray  - 

I  long  and  earnest  pray  ... 

If  strangers  ask  the  reason  why 
In  the  Lord's  word, left  on  record 
In  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith 
I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
1  set  myself  against  the  Lord 
Innumerable  foes  -        -         - 

I'd  till  the  wonders  of  my  God 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 
I  am  that  I  am  - 

TESUS  grant  us  all  a  blessing 
J    Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be 
Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone 
Jesus  my  king  proclaims  the  war 
Jerusalem  my  happy  home 
Jesus  once  for  sinners  slain 
Jesus  thy  blessings  are  nor  few 
Jestis  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone 
Jesus  at  thy  command 

LORD  whither  shall  I  flee 
Lord  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine 
Let  party  names  no  more 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  chdd  of  pride 
Let  heaven  and  earth  rej  ice 
Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  saviour 
Lord  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me 
Lord  and  am  I  yet  alive 
Lord  whither  shall  I  flee 
Lord  when  together  here  we  meet 
Lord  hear  a  burdened  sinner  mourn 
Lord  from  thy  tin  one  of  flowing  grace 
Let  the  saints  all  rejoice 


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MAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  call 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 
My  master  calls,  I  haste  away 
My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 
Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David 
My  brethren  all  remember  well 
Mine  ear  delighted  with  the  sound 

NAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 
Now  let  a  true  ambition  rise 
Now  in  a  soog  of  grateful  praise 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 
Now  is  the  time,  O   lovely  youth 
Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 

O   TEL  Line  no  more 
Once  on  a  time  a  paper  kite 
O  how  happy  are  they 
Once  perishing  in  blood  I  lay 
O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 
O  meditate  the  clay 
O  that  wy  load  of  sin  was  gone 
O  Lord  my  best  desines  fulfill 
O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 
O  now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 
O  what  a  narrow,  narrow  path 
O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 
Oh  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 
O  what  a  cruel  wreth  am  I 
O  why  this  long  and  lingering  pain 
O  happy  soul  how  fast  you  go 
Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll  •    ■  - 
O  what  a  cruel  wretch  am  I 
O  sight  of  anguish         -  - 

POOR  sinners !  little  do  they  think 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus  at  thy  feet 
Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 


215 

Precious  bible !  what  a  treasure         -  -             15? 

Professed  followers  of  the  Iamb         .  163 

RISE  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings  .          56 

Return  my  roving  Heart         -  57 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  58 

SINNERS  the  voice  of  God  regard  -              26 

Stay  thou  insulted  spirit,  stay         -  *             28 

Sin  has  undone  our  wretched  race         -  -        SO 

Stop  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think         -  -          34 

Should  bounteous  nature  kindly  pour  -        -       61 

Saviour  I  do  feel  thy  merit         -         -  -              74 

See  the  eternalj  udge  descending        ,-  -             91 

Sinners  obey  the  gospel  word             -  ~  ^          100 

Saviour  visit  thy  plantation  ~     -         -  -           128 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt  -            ISO 

Sin  is  the  fatal  cause  of  woe             -  -             1 89 

THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine  -                 29 

To  day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice  -             33 

Thro'  tribulation's  deep         -  -               36 

The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise  -              41 

Thus  far  my  God  has  led  me  on  ,          42 

The  son  of  man  they  did  betray         -  51 

This  is  a  tiresome  world,  'tis  true        -  -         63 

The  wandering  star,,  the  fleeting  wind  -         70 

The  tree  of  life  my  soul  hath  seen         -  -        73 

The  day  is  past  and  gone             -  ,-                 77 

Thine  earthly  sabbaths  Lord,  we  love  -           81 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  -                  84 

'Tisa  point  Hong  to  know            ~  -          106 

Thro' out  the  Saviour's  life             -  -            110 

The  man  that  views  his  guilt  and  sin  -           116 

This  wretched  heart  will  still  backslide  -     123 

The  table  spread,  my  soul  there  spies  -             137 

The  Saviour  meets  his  flock  to  day         -  -         140 

To  day  I mmanuel  feeds  his  sheep         -  -          173 

'Tis  my  happiness  below             -  -                176 
The  great  trem  end  nous  day's  approaching        -     182 


216 
Tho'  troubles  assail        -  -  197 

Tbe  fields  they  are  all  white         -        -  197 


u 

V. 


NCERTAINhow  the  way  to  find  -       69 


AT N  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear         -        42 

WHAT  think  you  of  Christ             -  16 

While  I,  to  grief  ray  soul  give  way  40 

What  jarring  natures  dwell  within             -  44. 

Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain         -  94 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way         -         -  102 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing             -  103 

When  God  on  high  shall  magnify             -  113, 

When  we  shall  fly  above  the  sky                 -  114 

Weil  met,  dear  friends  in  Jesus'  name         -  118 

With  tears  of  anguish  1  lament             -  124 

Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  christians  131 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain              -  137 

We  in  this  tahemacle  mourn              -             -  139 

When  pity  primps  me  to  look  round             -  159 

What  various  hind rances'we  meet             -  165 

When  first  my  soul  enlisted             -  171 

We've  found  the  rock             -.            -         -  172 
What  poor  despised  company             -             -         181 

W7hat  a  signer  Lord  I  be                  -         v.  182 

Wrhile  I  am  blest  with  youthful  bloom         -  192 

With  hands  uplifted  to  the  skies                 -  199 

What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do         -  199 
"When  Abraham's  servant  went  to  seek             -       200 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 
Ye  that  would  after  Jesus  press 
Ye  saints  attend  the  Savior's  voice  -c 

Yonder  amazing  sight  see 
Ye  tempted  souls  reflect 


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